February 2008 Archives


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:: Paris
When we arrived at L'improviste, we could see a lovely four-top set for three right by the door -- the only unoccupied table left in the restaurant.  The headwaiter (manager? wish we had gotten his name) met us at the door, and I mentioned we had a reservation under my name.  He spoke English with us right off the bat.  "Miller?" he said, and then, "Oh, Miller -- it's you!"  "Oui!" I replied.