Sign of the Weeque 29.04.15

April 27, 2015 | By David Jaggard | C'est Ironique!

C’est Ironique Sign of the Weeque Spotted by reader Mary Eichbauer. Chicken on a pun! The upstairs dining room is called Poule Over, the “to-go” service is called Poule Out and the bar in the rear is called Poule Back. … Read More

Sign of the Weeque 22.04.15

April 20, 2015 | By David Jaggard | C'est Ironique!

C’est Ironique Sign of the Weeque Sometimes I think the commercial enterprises of Paris are engaged in a competition to see who can come up with the most meaningless, inexplicable trade name. Consider this storefront on Rue de Dunkerque. “Poping”? … Read More

Sign of the Weeque 08.04.15

April 8, 2015 | By David Jaggard | C'est Ironique!

C’est Ironique Sign of the Weeque Oh dear. When this store in the Montparnasse Métro station opened as the first branch of a fashion and beauty chain called “Presty Women,” it was weird enough to warrant inclusion in C’est Ironique. … Read More

Sign of the Weeque 18.03.15

March 16, 2015 | By David Jaggard | C'est Ironique!

C’est Ironique Sign of the Weeque Did you name your restaurant yourself? Yes! My daughter thought of the name. Oh — so you didn’t name it yourself. Yes I did! It’s called “Yourself.” You mean it’s named after me? No, … Read More

Sign of the Weeque 25.02.15

February 24, 2015 | By David Jaggard | C'est Ironique!

C’est Ironique Sign of the Weeque Spotted by reader Jake Dear. It’s a watch shop. Get it? Get it? Get it? In Pnin, Vladimir Nabokov describes his main character as having “a bright foreigner’s fondness for puns.” I think we … Read More