Cafe Parisien Express Croque Monsieur
I picked up a slippery-on-the-outside, crunchy-on-the-inside sandwich at the Cafe Parisien Express and took it to the park for lunch. Un pique-nique sur l’herbe, so to speak. Although the l’herbe was crunchier than the croque, seeing as it has rained a mere 4 times since May.
When I got up all the grass under me was snapped in half. A pile of wispy toothpicks.
The magazine was too slick to recycle, kinda like a greasy pizza box.
Not a drip or crumb left. The croque was superbe.
The Lunch Encounter 