Back when I was a nipper
my parents were avid fans of Allo Allo. I endured it because I didn't know much better at that age. Around the same time they decided they needed some regular quality time together so every other Saturday they'd feed me and my brother some "treat food" (read - reconstituted chicken and mashed potato in the shape of a dinosaur or something) and pack us off to our bedrooms to listen to tunes/read/play computer games etc etc while they would enjoy a very nice meal. It was the same every week - steak, chips, mushrooms and peas, all of high quality and much better than whatever my Mother (a stunning cook) would shove in the oven for us. As we sat upstairs, reveling in the smells emanating from the kitchen, we would hear our parents laugh, dine and reminisce on the old days while blasting Marvin Gaye and Donald Fagin on the speakers. And somewhere in our tiny minds, we figured this was what life must be like for the old boot in Allo Allo. Thereby we nicknamed this meal "René's Cafe".

Still goes on, nearly 20 years later, with exactly the same menu (though I suspect thanks to the promotions the steak and the wine are of finer quality these days), a similar playlist (although they have a worrying predilection for weak indie these days, even though they have better speakers now. Plenty of Underworld though, well done Mum) and they both still get dressed up for it.

Awwww.
( SugarSpunSister Yeah, whatever, Fri 21 Nov 2008, 12:20, 1 reply)

This is really sweet.
If I have anything like this in twenty years I'll be a happy man.
( Noeli overtheshoulderboulderholderthingstraplatchboobs, Fri 21 Nov 2008, 12:27, closed)