走进巴黎古色古香的小餐馆,就会看到那些容貌俊逸、腰系直落脚面而又略带皱褶的白色围裙的服务员里里外外应酬着。昔日先辈的全家福画像醒目地挂在墙上,经常挂草帽的金属钩擦得熠熠闪光。客人们挨肩抵肘地拥坐在一起,交谈着,啜饮着果汁,玩味着博若莱(法国旧地名)的佳酿。略微前倾的挂镜中映出洗擦得铮亮的盘子,里面盛满各色家制菜肴:金黄色的烤鸡、鲜嫩的清炖牛肉,堆得象小山一样的酥脆可 Into the quaint little restaurant in Paris, you will see those handsome, straight-lined waist and a little wrinkled white apron waiter inside and outside the entertainment. The portrait of the ancestors of the family portrait hung on the wall catchingly, and the metal hooks often hung straw hat to shine. The guests sit side by side with each other, chatting, sipping fruit juice and playing the Beaujolais (old French place names). A slightly forward-leaning mirror mirrors a polished, polished plate full of home-cooked dishes: a golden roast chicken, tender stewed beef, and crisp, hill-like piles