GK: ... after a word from the Cafe Boeuf Seattle, with Antoine, your maitre'd.....Bonjour, Antoine----
TR (FRENCH): Bonjour, comment-allez vouz, monsieur?
GK: Fine, thanks.
TR: You are dining alone? By yourself? One man at a table with two chairs?
GK: It looks that way, yes.
TR: Very brave of you monsieur. I salute you. The nobility of the lonely. C'est tres French, n'est ce pas?
GK: Thanks. I think.
TR: We have some tres bien specials today, would you like to hear them?
GK: Sure, why not?
TR: First, we have a (FRENCH) for the appetizer and then for the main course (FRENCH).
GK: This (FRENCH) the main course-----
TR: Non non non. It is not a wheelbarrow full of small mossy stones. Non non non.
GK: That's what I said?
TR: Oui, monsieur.
GK: I thought I said what you said.
TR: Non non. What I said was (FRENCH).
GK: Okay. Does that involve animal parts that we'd call internal organs?
TR: Non non non non non.
GK: Does it involve an animal organ that is in the mouth of the animal?
TR: Oui, monsieur.
GK: I thought so. I don't eat tongue, Antoine.
TR: Hmmmm. (FRENCH) Very well. How about the boeuf burger that is stuffed with something. Le boeufburger surprise.
GK: What's it stuffed with?
TR: That is the surprise! Je ne sais pas! Un surprise on the inside!
GK: I see. So it could be rice. Or swiss cheese.
TR: No, not rice. Not cheese.
GK: Fine. Surprise me.
TR: Very elegant monsieur. You will not be without amazement.
GK: And what kind of wine should I order with this?
TR: Certainement le Ste. Michelle. There is no other.
GK: Okay. The Ste. Michelle.
TR: Ah yes. La perfection.
GK: Who was Ste. Michelle?
TR: She was a French saint.
GK: What happened to her?
TR: Terrible! She was killed by barbarians!
TR: Barbarians. They told her to drink chablis with her steak.
GK: White wine with steak?
TR: Oui, monsieur. Vin Blanc. And rather than that, she took the corkscrew, and---(STABBING NOISES)
GK: She stabbed herself to death with a corkscrew?
GK: Red wine for me.
TR: Oui. Vin Rouge. Welcome back to the Cafe Boeuf, monsieur.
GK: That's the Cafe Boeuf. Where the Seattle elite meet to eat.