We are the Champions

Last week we went, as a group, and saw a play in Rouen. After the play (which none of us understood, even the anciens), we made our way over to an Italian restaurant called Al Dente. It is amazing. The owners are old friends of our director and it was just a really great dinner. Of course since we are in France the dinner was nearly three hours. Since I am now in love with this pasta dish I tried, I really wanted to go back.
Last night, as a fun farewell dinner before spring break, I went back with four friends for dinner. We couldn't make it two minutes into the dinner before the owner had realized we were American. Ben burst through the doors, at 9 at night mind you, and exclaims a very American "Bonjour!!" to the staff of the restaurant. Although bonsoir would have probably been a better choice, he at least gave everyone a laugh.
The owner is a short Italian man who has lived in France for 24 years. We got to talk and interact with him quite a bit since there were only 8 of us in the restaurant. When we asked if he liked living in Rouen he replied with a simply no. Without any further explanation really he added, "I think I might move to Brazil." Alright.
The highlight of the evening was that he is a musician too. Equipped with a keyboard and drum set he sat down and played us some familiar songs. Now only 6 in the restaurant, we all sang along. After playing songs like "Hey Jude" and "Don't go Changing (to try and please me)," he ended with Queen's "We are the Champions."
Happy, full, and humming Queen we made our way down to the river. We ended our night strolling along the Seine before heading back to our houses because we all still had to finish our reading for today's class. Go figure. Canton is just not going to do it for me when I come home.