Let’s keep up the foodie feme.

A few years back, after being FrogMarched (pun intended) around Paris by two old acquaintances that lived in France, I was going out of my head with the hunger and asked if we might stop for a bite to eat.

Everyone agreed. 3 chose Frogs’ Legs. I chose egg fried rice.

There are Froggie Legs here… but not as you know them :o)

Ya Dirty Wee Bastard.