Me: A Coke please.
Me: Yes, please.
Me: That would be perfect.
Then the bartender, who I suspect was French and gay, helped himself to a piece of horrible cake, the kind they sell at supermarkets. He complained about the horror of the cake in detail until the other guy took a bottle of brandy from the display and poured a swirl of brandy on the slice. The bartender pronounced it much better.
That was fun.
|La Confitería and if you look closely, the offending cake.|