After an excellent dinner at the Riff, we come for a last drink with my childhood friend. As soon as we arrive, the closed brown server takes our order by telling us word for word What do I use my little rabbits for you? I tell my friend that I've never been called like this, and it seems surprising and inappropriate. Moreover, the server seems younger than we (we are 29 years old). Then two men of fifty years arrive; They greet a few tables and seem to be accustomed to the place. They then arrive at our level and start a discussion. We do not want to be derogatory and categorical, we do not ask them to leave despite their advanced condition. Little by little, they make us think about our ph...
