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They accidentally put an egg on top of your sandwich!

Fucking sick. You must have generous tits and ass on you with meals like that Comte..

Cafe Presse: Great food and shitty service. Just like France.

Mmmmm... the meal looks delicious. :D

But yes, Presse does have horridly slow service. I got my menu, sat down, read the whole thing, changed my mind three times, read a few articles in the paper, and changed my mind again before the waitress came to bring me my water.

She was friendly, but confused that I wanted to order right then too.

The monsieur is so stinking delicious that I don't care about how slow the service was. And my mocha was pretty darn good too.

Is there really a cafe called "Pettiroso?" In Catalan that translates to "little farter."

Enjoy your ensuing cardiac arrest.

@5: It's with two Ss, if that makes a difference. It's French for redbreast.

The food at Cafe Presse is down right dangerous. Who the hell hides olives with pits in in the bottom of a fucking salad? I almost cracked a tooth!

Oh my goodness. That looks delicious.

Me Wanty!!

Cold chicken with mayonaisse was my summer lunch this year.

The service does need a good boost, however.

Consider yourself lucky to have avoided Pettirosso. Even ordering a drink there takes 10 minutes if the owner's around. I can't imagine trying to order food.

I'm heartened to read that Stellina was busy, though.

not only is it slow, but they have a tendency to give you back the wrong credit card. c'est merde!
but the food is delish.

What the hell is that, a fried egg on top of a piece of lasagna? With fries, and MAYO? I'll bet you're comatose now.

Mind you, if I had a hangover I'd be all over it.

most boring post of the day!

What is that exactly? I want it!

I'm telling you mother fuckers that's a Croque Madame. And they're good. Fries are good too. Walk it off. I with you Comte all the way.

Yes, you area indeed correct Tim, Croque Madame: bread, ham, gruyere cheese, topped with a fried egg.

And with Frites sadly R.I.P., these are the closest you're going to get to that most cherished of deep-fried goodness.

And FWIW, the service was actually pretty good, considering the places was also packed when I arrived; two stools at the window were all that were left.

And thanks to those of you concerned about my health. Fortunately, my 50% Gallic genes make me relatively immune to this sort of rich fare, which frankly I don't eat all that much anyway.

I am leaving for Presse right now after looking at that photo. I love that place, and have always gotten great service, but have usually been there after the lunch rush. While not exactly French, their falafel gives me goosebumps. Jacket on, out the door.