Fezzik In Paris

Two Americans, three cats, and too many places named "de Gaulle"

For reasons unknown to us beyond “well, why the hell not?”, we decided to go for a mostly-French-style Christmas eve feast, albeit with a few modifications (said modifications consisted of omitting two courses [oysters and St. Jacques] and moving the beginning of the festivities to 1700, as the whole eat-from-midnight-to-0600 thing is not at all compatible with our sleep schedules).

It’s difficult to pinpoint where exactly things went quite as wrong as they did, but our festive tablecloth gave its life that we might feast. This post is dedicated to it.

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