Fancy French Foo-foo Food
…Or How I Spent Way Too Much Money To Sit On A Couch For Lunch.
Other possible subtitle:
Part II Of Walking On The Venice Boardwalk And Getting Annoyed At Smelly, Half-Naked People.
To be fair, the food was good, and the waiter played along at my feigned outrage at the lack of, like, all the dishes on the list. Who runs out of food by the time of lunch service?! Any place that calls itself a hangout, and has that long of a wine list, that’s who.
And then there was this guy: