i just got back to the USA
in a desperate attempt to not let go, i googled french restaurants in charlotte. I’ve known about lulu but i figured it wouldn’t hurt to hit up other places, and i found Georges Brasserie…and their menu filled with so many mistakes and oxymorons they should call themselves a fusion restaurant (is it?)
first off an entree in french means exactly what it states, a starter, an appetizer…since when did that become american code for gigantic plate of food aka your main course? i feel that perhaps a french restaurant might correct this to make the place feel a bit more authentic but no, this is america: the land where you will get sued if someone doesn’t understand exactly what the menu says, and since people are used to incorrectly using the word entree, then we must continue to do so in order to avoid confusion.
i despised most american tourists while living in Europe; rude, entitled, slow moving embarrassment that crowded the streets near any major sight, asking if a pastry is gluten free? fuck you, we are in France, no one gives a fuck about your fake ass allergies. If someone asked me where I came from I said I was Colombian…I’m back in the states and they are everywhere because this is their natural habitat.
i am in hell.