gill@wanginst.UUCP (Timothy D. Gill) (01/16/86)
In 1982 I ate in the restaraunt of Paul Bocuse, near Lyon, France, considered my many to be one of the best restaurants in France. It was a special day for me and my two guests. We drove 2 hours from Geneva to eat there and the tab for lunch was on the order of $300 for the 3 of us. The service was impeccable and refined, even more so than what I was used to from eating in good restaurants in France and Switzerland for 4 years. At a table behind us an Italian couple and their poodle dined without the slightest sense of oddity. The poodle sat in a chair, just as a person. They were behind me, so I couldn't see, but my friend let me know little tidbits, such as the fact that the poodle finished his meal with a cup of coffee. The waiters did not flinch. Paul Bocuse came out and greeted all the guests, but whether this included the poodle, I do not know.