One Night in Paris

Once upon a time in Paris, at 10:30 pm (or so), someone ate a croque monsieur. Guaranteed.

I can't prove it beyond any shadow of a doubt, but just as you (yes, you!) probably had a shit at some point in say, the last seven days, there is an equally good chance that a sandwich got made and then eaten at 10:30 pm (or thereabouts) by at least one hungry bugger at some point in time in the aforementioned city.