With one thought on her mind as a gentleman holds
the door for her, immediately upon entering the navy colored restaurant a warm
vibe fills her heart and her smile gets bigger. She notices all the tables
full of happy looking people and admires the colorful, vintage French artwork on
the walls. The friendly and concerned host kindly greets her, "we are
setting up your table... only a few more minutes", he shows her to the bar,
her heels tapping on what feels like historic wood panels, she sees another
crowd, fashionable and chic on par with the restaurant - as she is in the west
village after all - she takes a peek out back and notices an open beautiful
garden area, only hoping her table is back there. Her friends
come in one by one and just in time as the kind host escorts them to the back
in the garden like she wished! A little later she looks around but now at her table, sat with the same happy faces she saw earlier enjoying the ultra-delicious
French food. She takes a moment, sits back and realizes the thought on her at the beginning of the night came true and thinks - what a great night, how
did I get so lucky?
AOC corner of Bleecker and Grove, don't think - DO.
