Corsican Jelly....
My girlfriend and I were having afternoon coffee here when the server walked by our table, dropped off a croissant (that we did not order) and walked away with out saying a word.
We ate the croissant and then were given the bill charging us 3.50 for the croissant (euros).
I was totally cool with paying for the croissant, I did eat the thing after all but felt it necessary to politely tell the server that it was bit ambiguous to just walk by, place it on the table and then leave with out a word said. (Not to mention the price for a croissant..3.50!?!)
This is when the drama started. The waiter did not want to listen to me so I asked to see the manager. He came out with the waiter and another guy. As I sat in my chair he leaned over me and challenged me to come outside and "Mange mes coups de point'' which in french literally means 'eat my fists'. Then he called my girlfriend a bitch and told her to shut the fuck up.
Needless to say my blood was running cold and I wanted nothing more than to punch this idiot's face in but I would have fought a loosing battle. It would have been me versus the entire staff. He was just waiting for me to move a muscle in order to have a punch up. I stayed cool, paid the bill and left with my girlfriend in tears and a little chunk of my ego bruised.
After my adrenaline flowed for a couple of hours I calmed down and wagered what my response should be. Do I throw a brick through his window? Do I hunt him down when he is by himself, choke him out and leave him naked in the street? Do I knife his scooter tires?
I settled on this: I just happened to have a jar of very nice, unopened Corsican jelly that I had brought back to France with me. I grabbed the jelly out of the fridge and walked straight back to the restaurant . . .
They seemed a little surprised to see me after our cordial visit the first time around.
The guys stood around and looked ready to rumble.
I looked at the manager and said, "I just wanted to excuse myself for earlier and I wanted to give you this as an apology."
He took the jelly and looked thankful knowing it was really good stuff.
I knew he was Corsican so I then asked him what his family name was but he did not want to tell me.
I told him, "my name is Balesi and we are nice people, enjoy the jelly, goodbye."
"Courage is like love: it must have hope for nourishment." -Napolean read more
