The story goes like this: an American college student is seated on the terrasse of a fancy Paris café. When the waiter (finally) arrives, she asks for
«a tall skim latté with sweet'n'low.»
«- Madame,» says the waiter, «we are not a pharmacy !»
OK, probably apocryphal. However,
learning the Paris coffee rules will make your next trip to that oh-so-picturesque café all the more pleasant...
We are standing around the kitchen one night, having drinks. I am making dinner. It's the beginning of spring, the windows are open and the mood is large. Someone opens the fridge to grab another beer. Then: Gasp.
– "Les amis! You can't keep eggs in the fridge!!"
– "What??"...
The story goes like this: an American college student is seated on the terrasse of a fancy Paris café. When the waiter (finally) arrives, she asks for
«a tall skim latté with sweet'n'low.»
«- Madame,» says the waiter, «we are not a pharmacy !»
Cities the world over have their lingo and New York is not an exception. Obviously.
Fuggedaboudit is as much a NYC icon as the apple or the Yankees.
We are standing around the kitchen one night, having drinks. I am making dinner. It's the beginning of spring, the windows are open and the mood is large. Someone opens the fridge to grab another beer. Then: Gasp. 
