Why does everyone always call at midnight and want to go out to eat? I have always been a night owl and love late night dining, but D.C. just is not the city for this sort of thing. We end up going to the same handful of places over and over and over again, since no one else is open, public transportation has shut down, and we've no car for driving around all over the place. So, tonight when jonathankody called me tonight at midnight and wanted to go be social and have a little French food, what else could we do but walk in to downtown Georgetown and land at the old standby, Bistro Français?

Mind you, I like Bistro Francais, but I just wish we had more options for late night variety.

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Anyway, I had a tasty Tropiques salad with avocado, hearts of palm, and artichoke hearts with a remoulade type dressing. jonathankody had an omelette with fine herbs, Swiss cheese, and smoked salmon accompanied by French fries, and a glass of the house sauvignon blanc. Lovely, crusty, French rolls and butter were served alongside.

Tonight I was somewhat distressed by the patrons at the table next to ours. They were a male-female couple, very casually dressed (as in athletic warm-up pants and tennis shoes), and they'd obviously made a few stops before coming to Bistro Français to order their beers and margaritas with their meal. They spoke just a little too loudly, tended to "think" out loud, and spoke to anyone within ear shot. I was particularly offended, though, when the man turned to me, interrupted our conversation, and asked if jonathankody was my son! I mean, jonathankody is like 20 now; do I look old enough to be his father???

Speaking of which, what would dinner out with jonathankody be without his traditional liquor glass picture?



I suppose I should go to bed. I hate going to bed when the sun is coming up.