It was going to be our great extravagant dinner to end all dinners. The atmosphere was nice. Very French cafe. Very authentic.
We had saved all year long, putting the money toward one great event. (Yes, even the kids made sacrifices.) We decided to have an elegant French dinner. Heather had been inspired by a book written by Julia Child, describing her years in Paris.
Huge disappointment. No baguette and butter as a warm-up. Ben’s entrée was the most expensive — and the worst. (I won’t even describe it.) The dessert was far less tasty than what we had at the pâtisserie just down the street from where we stayed.
Moral of the story? Don’t put all your hopes in one basket. You may be disappointed. And, be sure to read those guide books before you make a commitment.
Don’t worry, I gave them a really bad writeup on Google Places.