Think of French rugby and what springs instantly to mind? With apologies to Antoine Dupont and friends, it is still the epic pre-match lunch some of us chanced upon in Bordeaux a couple of decades ago.
The pièce de résistance was the arrival of 80 huge platters of oysters, carried triumphantly in to a jazz band serenade as hundreds of guests stood and whirled their napkins aloft. When the mood takes them, the French “do” rugby like nowhere else on earth.
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