So Nopa and I went to Fran�ois (no idea how to spell that) last night. Totally not what we expected but still cool. When you see the type of people go in there when you�re sitting across the street at the O.P. you get a totally different idea of the place. Anyway�our waiter was a low talker plus he had a French accent which made him really frickin hard to understand. But we started to figure it out about the time we got the check. So we had some good food� escargots, excellent French onion soup, roasted Cornish hen and veal. Mmmm. Our waiter was so funny�it seemed like he was just way to happy to see us every time he came to the table. It�s like he thought we might not be there anymore when he came back or something. He apologized for dropping a piece of silverware on the ground. I was just thinking, �Whoa dude, relax�it�s no big deal.� But at Fran�ois it is a big deal. As I read back over this it seems that I have been ripping on the waiter. That is not how I meant it to come across. He was actually a very nice, friendly person. It was just an interesting experience. I don�t eat much at fancy restaurants.