The day blue monday was a happy friday

It's true, I know nothing about computers, relationships or french music. But I know where to find the hottest tomato soup when your hands are turning purple. Where white choc cake is black an burnt. And where blind tests are easy like sunday morning. The only place in Belgium where smoke gets in your eyes and the bar is open on a Monday. Sometimes. When you need it most. Les gens que j'aime.