On that night, I had been a queen, pampered, petted, and treated to the finest of everything. A bottle of rare Chateau Ste. Of course, Madame. And there it was, waiting for us at Johnny's Bistro San Roche . Paneled walls glow with a warm patina.
Imported marble covers the floor.
Intricately pressed tin hugs the ceiling, and soft light wafts down from four large but dainty beaded chandeliers. At the other end is the large open kitchen, twinkling with copper, tile, and brushed stainless steel, framed like a work of kinetic art by black-lacquered pillars and arches. Christofle vase holding a single yellow rosebud. Sweet butter arrives inside a cunning little piece of hand-painted Limoges porcelain. The sense of graciousness emanating from the kitchen is unmistakable.