My (then) girlfriend's girlfriends. One was responsible for us breaking up and the other was a tall, blonde test of my fidelity, but the amusing anecdote I'm about to recall happend with the second one, not the first. She was in Paris, studying French at the Alliance Francaise. I'd never met her, didn't know what she looked like (other than tall, blonde) so when she called me I asked her where she was to go meet up, as planned by my GF. She said, "I am at a café in the Place deTrocadéro".

As you can see, there are something like 7 cafés on the Place de Trocadéro. So I asked her, "What is the name of the café?"

Her answer, "It's the Repas à toute heure."

Which means, "Food served at all hours".

D'oh