a guy has just come in to negotiate a repas for himself and nine mates to celebrate the end of the university year on thursday night. He sat down with the patron and they worked out a menu, essentially he's offering his lunchtime deal but in the evening, with a couple of additional things on the menu, in particular the steak tartare since he expects it to be hot thursday. But now the guy has gone promising to call tomorrow to confirm, and the patron's wife is giving him a hard time. 'The tartare? but that's expensive!'. The patron's theory is that they'll drink a lot of wine, have aperitifs, maybe digestifs, and that way they'll make some money.. his wife remains unconvinced.

'what wine are they going to take?'
'buh.. we said some beaujolais rosé, I said they could have 4 bottles for 50 euros'
'I don't know..'
'50 euros plus 150 for the food, that makes 200 euros!'
'Bon.. c'est bien'