The crudeness of the itchy salad

Title supplied by my 14-year old niece. No other commentary needed ... except to note that this restaurant relied a bit too heavily on a dictionary and not enough on a translator. They were also one of two restaurants in Lagrasse that decided they had enough business at 1:45 on a Monday to turn us away. So I can't report on what the itchy salad was like, nor the gables present in the goat's cheese salad, because we ate elsewhere.

My spare blip is the gaily coloured Musée 1900, which is worth a visit if you are at a loose end in Lagrasse.