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Insufferable bobo magnet. Brought my friend to show how the neighborhood is getting ruined, and to see the bobos clustered into a small safe space
Anyway, decide to buy some over-priced truffle oil. Impossible to know where the caisse is, as cluster of local bobo creatures generally swarming in open spaces in a combo of m'as-tu-vu / maybe let's pay.
A woman who may also be the owner was flitting from behind supposed caisse and full tables taking orders, but not serving anyone either waiting to pay or trying to buy something. I tried to find out if we were in fact near the caisse. Since this is France, she pretended like this wasn't a problem, and that I'm the weird one. And of course didn't fix the problem.
I exited the place to take some air and let French friend finish the wait, as my yanqui aggression was too elevated for the situation. Owner/lady patronizingly asked him what he was going to use the truffle oil for (quoi?!). He said cocktails and she was surprised. Whatever, bros.