They served coq au vin in the Cafe downstairs today. I couldn’t help but giggle because it sounded like cock with wine.
But then I was humbled by the realization that, technically, it is cock with wine. I mean, it’s prob’ly just standard chicken when they cook it here, but clearly coq is the same root as our word cock (ie, “rooster”). So now it’s not funny anymore.
Wait… coq au vin… actually, yeah, it’s still funny.
They had it again on Thursday. He he.