imagine a small, unpretentious restaurant nestled in the rolling hills of France. The bistro in your dream features a delightful outdoor dining area surrounded by verdant vegetation, a sprawling, freshly mowed lawn, and a tranquil, trickling fountain.
A warm breeze plays with your hair in the shade of one of the many sun umbrellas guarding your fair skin. You feel alive, glad to add this glorious day to the collage of experiences that have informed your life. You breathe in the fresh country air and order a salade nioise with a baguette (you get both for $5.49). Your companion orders a turkey sandwich on ciabatta (Italian flat bread) for $6.49. The food is delicious. The conversation is delicious. For a moment, all is right with the world.
OK. Back to reality and back to Texas (darn).
This time, imagine you’re sitting at a French bistro immediately off McDermott Dr. in Allen. Take away the rolling hills, the verdant vegetation, the lawn and the fountain. Keep the companion, the delicious food, the great conversation, the umbrellas and the sweet, warm breeze. Add a strip mall, concrete, and a noisy, highly traveled thoroughfare and (regrettably) shave off a bit of the tranquility.