Lost in translation too…

Copyright: Louise Ralph

There’s never far to go to find a crêperie in France – usually a metre or two in any centre ville…

The other day I wrote about my translation issues with my dodgy French. Clearly it goes both ways.

To cater for tourists, many restaurants provide English versions of their menus. This is very helpful – and also very cute and funny.

Everything is literally translated, like crème brûlée (which is to die for over here!).

Their translation: Egg custard with burnt butter topping. Pass.

When comparing white wines to a nearby table of Brits today, a young waiter said “this has more flowers”. I think he meant floral notes, but I’m not sure?

Sometimes they are as lost in translation as we are. And there’s something quite comforting about that.


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