I was just having a nostalgic deja vu regarding this trip. I said to the obnoxious barman in Bastogne "Do you speak English?"
He said "No!" with a grimace.
I said "Well, in that case Quasimodo, I'd like to buy everyone here a drink to celebrate the recent birth of my grandson 'Christopher'."
The barman stared at me and said nothing.
A young attractive blonde lady, at the end of the bar then said "Do you want me to translate monsieur?"
Me and my lad lolled as we got the beers in!