It looked like a cheery place with checkered red and white table cloths, bright green blankets hanging over the chairs and a jovial atmosphere. But the thing that intrigued me most about this restaurant was the number of toasters scattered around the place. Each and every single table was kitted out with a white, plastic toaster.
The burger was delicious nevertheless. It was dressed with a very garlicky, but heavenly tasting sauce (Good thing I was travelling alone), Bacon, tomatoes and lettuce and accompanied by potato wedges.
As filling as this French burger was, I couldn't leave without having played with the toaster. After all, that's the reason I sat down here for. So I popped in a slice of bread, toasted it and burned it. But judging by the smell that was lingering in the restaurant, I wasn't the only toast burner present. I assume the restaurant is not equipped with sprinklers. Just imagine...
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