Usually I’m not a big fan of eating alone in a restaurant, but I’m hungry after a long, tedious, and slightly uncomfortable journey here, so a lovely lunch somewhere seems delightful.
I end up at Carafe Parisian Bistro, which is just about perfect. . . even after a large class of French students on their senior outing fill up the other half of the room. Actually, it’s nice to see that they begin raising foodies here from a young age! No wonder this is such a great food town.