Do you speak bistro? | Stephane Pajot

The language of the zinc is not a wooden language. It speaks the language of the heart. The big heart that we take care of with mulled wine, the big heart that we take care of with pastis. The language of bistros, between the worst and the barbarian, has its aristocrats like Boudard, Blondin, Rimbaud, Dimey, Bukow, and then Gainsbar, poets of dry white, addicted to beer, aesthetes of neat spirits. The language of bistros, to say it, has words that are born from the counter. Words that linger in the evening smoke, love words, always, words of friends for a day, our everyday words. It was necessary to go around it. This contemporary glossary, illustrated with numerous photos, will amuse the curious reader or the lover of bistros, who, by reading this book in the "Word Game" series, will succumb to the pleasure of discovering or rediscovering expressions full of flavor and imagery. A little dictionary of today, full of humor to quench the great thirst for bar vocabulary.