Garçon
Monday, December 11, 2006
In the central plaza of Cusco, Peru, restaurant employees stand on the sidewalks outside their establishments holding menus and encouraging passers-by to come inside. Here in the States, I can’t say that I usually receive that much attention. But last Saturday night, my friend and I wandered up to the posted menu outside Garçon, a small French bistro in the Mission District. As we perused the menu, the hostess swung the door open with a wide, welcoming smile. “Take your time,” she told us. “And here’s our business card if you decide to come back.” The two of us glanced around, convinced we had been transported to South America. Given the special, no-pressure welcome, we simply had to try it out. Our waiter’s French accent in the heart of the Mission was another surprise. And the surprises didn’t end there. As I wolfed down a juicy slab of halibut cozied up against a mound of brown rice, my friend took down a medium rare filet mignon in the shadow of possibly the largest mound of fries ever to be heaped upon a plate. The cozy setting was perfect for lively conversation and light-hearted eavesdropping before heading out for a night in the Mission.
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Jennifer Anthony
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