I found myself in the bar of a little French restaurant last night with two women I dearly love. Kim was back in town from LA for one night only, which obviously necessitated a Tuesday night hall pass. I have never been to Paris, but I imagine this place has the kind of charm a real French bistro would possess - inexpensive wine, the smell of cheese (in a good way), accordian playing in the background (I may just be imagining that part), a wooden bar. Also an adorable barkeep named Brittany, at whom I could not resist pointing my camera. She was very indulgent.
Kim, being something of a connoisseur of cocktails in general and absinthe in particular, involved Brittany in an absinthe tasting. I'm not much for the taste of absinthe - though if the myths about pink elephants were true I might consider overlooking the taste - but I do find the whole sugar cube-and-dripping-water preparation fascinating. After some deliberation, Kim settled on this one:
And I went for this:
I would like to go to Paris now, s'il vou plait.