A little restaurant in something small like a house from 200 years ago off a cobblestone alley.
With a folded napkin.
There was wine! First, a not sweet zin-like something.
Then the house Chardonnay!
And my seatmate's red.
Yeah, I backlit both glasses with a candle.
Then the mussels.
The green stuff is steamed celery. It was locally grown. How do I know? It had taste.
Next to me was a salmon steak.
On the other side was Roger Rabbit, lightly broiled. Or Thumper.
And the ever-present French fries. Do you suppose they're also called freedom fries here?
I hope not.