enfin, finalement

Dinner was ready and Paul was late. The phone rang. Some man, speaking in French, went on about being France Telecom and jibber jibber jibber. All I could do is muster a “Uhhhh... huh?”. The guy on the other end laughed and then asked me if I would like a glass of “Cote du Rhone”. With that hint, I immediately recognized the voice of our favorite waiter at our favorite restaurant. I asked him if the restaurant was now open, he said yes, and then he put Paul on the line.

We were pretty excited about having our pizza place back in business. We decided to forget about the dinner I had prepared and instead, eat at the “new” place. It seemed like a new place... fancy tables and chairs replaced the old time-worn furniture... there was a new mezzanine level, a fancy bar, and the kitchen was moved into a basement below. They even changed the name! We held our breaths as we checked out the new menu. Would our favorite salad and pizza still be on the menu? We were disappointed that the Salade Grec was no longer available but we were happy to see that we could still order the Quarte Saisons pizza. And of course, we could always order a carafe of Cote du Rhone... what else?