Ever hear of tennis elbow? I have croissant elbow from trying to cut one of these so-called "croque monsieurs." Was a toss up which was less appealing, the croissant that defied the age of the restaurant, (or perhaps carbon dating should be introduced on FDA labels), or the omelette smothered in the most French of cheeses (see American). If there's a chance I will show up here drunk, I will strongly consider giving up the sauce for good. There are 5 million better late night options, including Big Wong, BdC (of course), Sette, walking to Pat's in Philly, posting on e-gullet, posting on chowhound, drinking Richebourg until 5:30 AM, listening to Air Supply, driving nails into my head, or perhaps eating ammoniated Reblochon. In short, not sure I'll be back. At least there was bagpipes and Scotch at the Guards to save the night.