And what far-flung corner of the French-speaking world might this be, where one is supposed to be enticed by the promise of sensual revelry into a former down-market casual-dining chain restaurant in the parking lot of a frontage-road strip mall?
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And what far-flung corner of the French-speaking world might this be, where one is supposed to be enticed by the promise of sensual revelry into a former down-market casual-dining chain restaurant in the parking lot of a frontage-road strip mall?
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Cafe Picasso's food is pretty terrible, but I've never been tempted to sample this place's servings...
Posted by: S | September 4, 2010 at 11:06 PM
I've sampled both. Mixed feelings.
Posted by: The Necromancer | September 9, 2010 at 01:21 AM
funny how much it looks like the US (the signage, cars, shape of building) but must be north of the border in Quebec-land...
Posted by: edward rackley | September 28, 2010 at 02:16 PM