Tonight we decided that we would finally go to the bar that is named after our home city: Boston Bar. After Remy and Bitte told us that it was their favorite, we had to give it a try.
It did not live up to expectations. We did get lots of French fries (wait, they don’t call them French fries here. They’re just frites) and margaritas and eventually, shots and drinks.
We were all just standing around when a French boy came up to me and started talking. I told him to bring his two friends over too, but for some reason no one in my group wanted to talk to them. I was basically sucked in. The boy asked me for my email address since Facebook is too “mainstream” for him.
Au revoir (for now)