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Dining Without

While ambling down the boulevard, I spied a swanky canopy. As member of the avant-garde, The classy bistro suited me. When greeted by the maitre'd, I nonchalantly said, "Just one." He smiled and nodded graciously. My gourmand venture had begun. As soon as seated, promptly pounced A waiter dressed in gray and pink. "My name is Jacques," the man announced And asked what I prefer to drink. I ordered an aperitif And proffered menu then perused. In panic mode, I thought, "Good grief! It's all in French. I'm so confused!" When Jacques returned, with easy air, I asked what he would recommend. When he'd advised the bill of fare, My gaze did then the room attend. A masterpiece of elegance, So understated and refined. No chandeliers nor opulence, Artistic taste and chic combined. Came appetizers, quite a few, And tiny salads, each unique. With wines and cheeses right on cue, 'Twas gourmet dining at its peak. For entrees there were perfect meats With succulence beyond compare. Then followed some exotic sweets And coffee quite extraordinaire. While savoring a fine cigar, I said their chef deserved to win, For haute cuisine the best by far, Another star from Michelin. When mammoth check was given me, I calmly said I could not pay. "Though penniless, you must agree You've gained a customer today." Was booted roughly out the door With expletives obscene and rude. In gutter prone, a vow I swore That for assault I'd have them sued. I did, however, leave a tip On seventh race next afternoon. That Jacques should into savings dip And bet it all on Silver Spoon.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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