Sunday dreamings and schemings

Last night we went to Entr'acte to celebrate Ron's birthday. We got there at 8, which is pretty early for dinner so the restaurant was on the empty side. But a couple hours later when it filled up we noticed that just about everyone else dining had white hair. This, it turns out, is a great sign. It was a pretty colorful restaurant and the food was excellent, including the duck dish I had. (And I learned I like duck too which is pretty great to know.)

Attempting a self portrait with the mirror behind us. 

Our server helped us out in the end.

The woman who ran the restaurant was so sweet. She smelled the bottle of wine before Dan, who was trying it for us, took a sip, and was suspicious so she took his glass and we all thought she was going to take a sip. But instead she just sniffed it and said non, non, non, and had the server get a different bottle. It wasn't corked but it wasn't great. We never found out if she got a different year or what happened, but Dan said the second bottle was much better so we appreciated the gesture! Then as we were leaving, she came outside to "faire la bise" 3 times for each of the guys (usuallyyy 2 kisses is enough so 3 is just above and beyond, and when it's someone you only just met, well sheesh) and to say bon dimanche.