A can of shoe string fries was cooked just a tad too brown (one notch) and instead of the aioli mentioned on the menu we got plain mayo, that was a disappointment, I love my aioli!
The waiter claimed any sauce of this mixture would basically be called aioli. Eh, get out of here, garlic makes aioli aioli!
His remark made me think of something I read recently (but where) about the uncanny ability of men (in general ha, ha) to claim knowledge where they have none. Even my husband calls that B.S.-ing by the way. Harry G. Frankfurt wrote a book about the art of B.S., titled On Bullshit.
Still very enjoyable meal in Grand Cafe/ Belgium cafe style open space. Even the acoustics (noisy!) didn't turn us off. And the pudding was yumbo yummy! As good as my mom's and that says something.