On Monday Susie I headed north to Boston on the commuter rail to watch brother-in-law Dick run the Marathon. It was a gorgeous day for the race and for just strolling through the city's public garden before heading back to the train station.
We were back in Providence before 5 p.m. and a leisurely stroll towards home brought us by Broadway Bistro on, well, Broadway of course. (I've written about these folks before; check the archives in the sidebar.)
We thought, "hey let's stop in and have a glass of sparkling wine to celebrate the day and Dick's return to running in the Big Time." Well, the atmosphere was so inviting, the conversation with Suzanne behind the bar so engaging and the smells wafting out of the kitchen so tempting that we couldn't resist the obvious: we stayed and ate dinner.
Oh, and lest we forget -- the passion for culinary arts didn't begin in France, but boy did it ever get a big push forward there. And one of the men who did much of that early prodding was Jean Brillat-Savarin. He rests peacefully in division 28 of Pere Lachaise cemetery in Paris. If you're ever in the City of Light and Love and Damn Good Food, pay him a visit. He's right off the path and easy to spot. Skip the flowers and leave him a croissant if think about it. Even better something with pastry creme in it. . .
We were back in Providence before 5 p.m. and a leisurely stroll towards home brought us by Broadway Bistro on, well, Broadway of course. (I've written about these folks before; check the archives in the sidebar.)
We thought, "hey let's stop in and have a glass of sparkling wine to celebrate the day and Dick's return to running in the Big Time." Well, the atmosphere was so inviting, the conversation with Suzanne behind the bar so engaging and the smells wafting out of the kitchen so tempting that we couldn't resist the obvious: we stayed and ate dinner.
Oh, and lest we forget -- the passion for culinary arts didn't begin in France, but boy did it ever get a big push forward there. And one of the men who did much of that early prodding was Jean Brillat-Savarin. He rests peacefully in division 28 of Pere Lachaise cemetery in Paris. If you're ever in the City of Light and Love and Damn Good Food, pay him a visit. He's right off the path and easy to spot. Skip the flowers and leave him a croissant if think about it. Even better something with pastry creme in it. . .
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