We might have just found THE best restaurant in Nantes. Forget the wonders of French cuisine, this restaurant encapsulates everything a hungover student will ever need- CARBS. The clue is in the name to be honest - "L'amour de Pommes de Terres" which means love of the potatoes. Claire, Annie, Ellie and I were in a pretty bad mood as it was, as the French say, "Il pleut comme vache qui pisse" (literally raining like a cow that pisses), so we went for lunch to cheer ourselves up. never before in my life have I seen a portion so big. We had masses of chips, a jacket potato with garlic butter, a salad AND the meat we had chosen which we cooked ourselves on a hot stone thing. A-M-A-Z-I-N-G!
After Ellie stopped fannying about raw meat touching her fork and hands and tried to clean her fingers of bacteria by touching the stone (stupid girl) we were all completely and utterly full to the brim to the point where we could not move. Every city needs a restaurant like this place.
Continuing our not so French cultural experiences we went to see Mange, Prie, Aime in french. Two and a half long and boring hours later our minds and asses were completely numb. What a distressingly boring film! Naturally, to sort our lives out, we hit a bar and met some lovely American people. (Still continuing to rack up English speaking friends- good one.)
Today, we went to see an ice hockey match. We were trying to figure out what the average sophisticated French person would say to encourage their team, clapping enthusiastically whilst saying "très bien!" and "bon save!" however, more than 10 sin bins later we realised that the french crowd were not so refined after all! With bellows of "PUTAIN!" and "ALLEZ!" here, there and everywhere! On top of that they kept playing 10 seconds snippets of random songs everytime they stopped the clock to do penalties etc and the pathetic excuse for cheerleaders were absolutely horrendous. No wonder Nantes lost. Even more upsetting, we left because we were bored after an hour and just as we walked past the window outside the match ended and all the hot players took their masks off. We didn't even get to perve. Pffft.
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