The coats on the chairs when I came in were actually blankets in case patrons got cold sitting by the door. I loved this place.
Everything's coming up oranges and lemons.
This time in France, I wasn't the tired one.
Mini sandwiches. Negroni. Happiness.
A nice crusty slice of pepperoni pizza was my epic Valentine's meal, ordered and paid for using plain old English.
I was armed with an extra 'emergency bagel,' just in case I lost steam along the journey.