Fast food, French style

One can only eat so many three- and four-course meals. Or so Brad tells me. So, yesterday, to break our pattern, we decided to try some French fast-food which is in itself a misnomer. For one thing, it's not fast. Nothing having to do with food in France is fast. It's not supposed to be. Food is to be savored...enjoyed...eaten slowly. When we walked into Le Patacrepe (think "patty-cake, patty cake") we looked for the line where you order, but there wasn't one. We were shown to a table -- our choice of location ("anywhere you wish to sit") and handed menus. Next, the waiter took our wine order (something they so rarely do at McDonald's) and finally our order. It came in about 30 minutes which, by French standards, is the speed of light, so that was good. And of course it was on china -- I'm not sure I'd want a crepe in a little paper bag, so that was good, too -- but for the life of me, I couldn't see that this place was any different than all of the other restaurants we've gone to (over 60 in a row as of today -- and we aren't done yet!) but then Brad pointed it out to me. The napkins were paper, not linen. So! This is what a "fast food" restaurant is in France. Viva la France!