I remember going to order some concrete for a house I was doing up there and had to wait for nearly two hours while they had their lunch, lesson learned. Fair enough though to them, seemed a lot more civilized than our rushed grab a sandwich affairs.
One of the best meals I had was we came across this sort of old hut come air raid shelter just off the road in the middle of the country side, all the farm workers ate there, they kept the best food and wine for themselves, the food was divine, hams, meats, vegetables, pastries and cheeses of every description and a glass of the best wine, for a fiver you could fill up; proper rustic fare but the best.
By contrast we used to eat in Cherbourg, a full monty à la carte affair. I wouldn't have given tuppence for; the food was rubbish, plate half empty and it we paid a fortune for it.