The owner sent Brian next door to break a 50-Euro note and it was only then that Brian noticed the employee discussing the "percentage" in some brownies on the counter. Yes, it was that kind of, ah, joint.
The aroma outside got to us and we made the pizza "to go."
We hope there are no airport "sniffer dogs" tomorrow.
Jake in particular was nauseated by the smells, a reaction that should greatly please his parents.
