I actually remember very little of the francais I took in school - en peu de(?)
ONe of my favorite memories was when my high school teacher, Miss Olson, took us to this French restaurant on a field trip into Chicago. I got to sit next to the class clown, Mark. Being brought up by parents who hated long hair, I had already pre-judged him for his lengthy locks. I thoroughly enjoyed watching him try to eat his "Coq au Vin" with a knife and fork, though, he was quite the gentleman.
I could tell, however, that he really wanted to just grab that leg and eat it with his fingers...lol!