The Lunch Box Cafe 23, rue Mirabeau. Toulon.
Let’s make this clear: when I walk away and close the door
with a sigh of disappointment, it is not because there is something wrong with
me. It’s because you messed this up. I’m not one of those “it’s not you, it’s
me” kind of girl. You made me shake my
head in disbelief that such a great idea (a friendly little American café where
I could find my fix of comfort flavor mixes) could come out so flat (seriously,
quesadilla SANS salsa?!?).
The cool website and appetizing menu teased me into opening
my heart, I walked in with a smile, ready to be overwhelmed by the luxury of
options (which is by the far the best thing about American food joints). I left with the vague feeling that one of us
wasn’t ready to commit to making this work (don’t tell me you’d like me to
order from the salad menu because the kitchen is slow today).
In the end, your online profile was way sexier than the real
thing.
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