
"Plenty of strikers can score goals," he said, gesturing to the famous old stands casting shadows around us.
"But a lot have found it difficult wearing the number 9 shirt for The Arsenal."
For me, the kebab (or indeed some kind of pizza from a kebab shop) is one of the stages of post beer recovery.
Step one - Finish drinking, leave the pub
Step two - Go outside, get some fresh air and assess whether it is worth walking from the pub or if an Uber is needed (depending on distance and how drunk I am.
Step three - Stop for food on the way back, stodgier the better.
Step four - Get home, drink a pint of water.
Step five - Go to sleep.
The idea of adding a beer into step three doesn't make sense to me.
When I was living in St Michel on the left bank in '95, we used to walk past Notre Dame every night and go to the Kebab area at Chatelet cos one sold Huit Six under the counter and another sold Marlboro Rouge {which I normally hate, but there was no other choice as it was what most people smoked back then.}
So given all the tabacs and allies {alimentations, or baras, (pl.) verlan for arab, as in arab shops} were shut by then, we could go and get our beer and fags from the Chatelet kebab shops until 6am.
I can't find anywhere near where I stay to get a beer after 4am - there's a shop in Bastille open until then but nothing later. 2-3 years ago, I went to see if there were still kebabies in Chatelet selling cans at 5 in the morning but there didn't seem to be the kabab area there any more.
Have you ever had a look? Wouldn't be far from the Frog and Rosbif.
I remember listening to the end of the Euro 2004 final on the radio, playing on our babyfoot table outside our truck on some site or at some small festy down Toulouse way. I remember the French commentators thinking it great, they were saying that all the Sandwiche Grec shops in Chatelet must be buzzing and fans in Paris should go there to join the fun and buy a kebab. Guess it made up for the French defeat in the QFs.