Entre Les Murs

Café Flo

It is D&T's turn to have guests this week, five university-era friends using a fortieth birthday of one of their number as an excuse. We joined the whole gang for dinner last night at the original Café Flo. This establishment has become a bit of a chain, even unto the cafeteria in the chi-chi department store Printemps. The interior was remarkable authentic art nouveau, and they even appear to have preserved the patina of nicotine that the ceiling has acquired over the decades.

Dinner was properly leisurely, taking three hours from nine-thirty in the evening. Most of us had the house specialty of Alsatian choucroute.

Despite T's assurances to the contrary, the last metro train must have gone through the station around a quarter to one, and after some increasingly insistent announcements on the metro public address system (the insistence not increasing its comprehensibility) we finally understood we were to proceed to the exits, where we joined a lengthy line for taxis.

posted 26.11.05