Oh Wine Bar, I think I’ll miss you most of all.
I thought it was only fitting that my Le Petit Village goodbye party was held at the bar à vin, after all, I fell in love with the place the first time I stepped foot in it
and had many a fun
and memorable evening
there. It was only fair that I bid it a proper adieu, as I would an old friend.
The usual cast of characters were invited; Honey Jr and Honey’s Honey, The Croupier, The Spaniard, Brother-in-Law and Child Bride, and The Londons. Everyone RSVP’d yes, and then at the last second dropped out for one reason or another; The Croupier’s baby was fussy, The Spaniard couldn’t get a babysitter (sheesh kids!), and Brother-in-Law and Child Bride were too hungover (#truestory).
So at the very last minute, as in literally at like 8:30 (when the evening was planned for 8), we found out it was just five of us; Honey Jr, Honey’s Honey, Mrs. London, Gregory and myself. But to be honest, I couldn’t have been happier. Even after four years in France, a large table of people speaking French is a lot to contend with… a couple of quiet conversations fine, but multiple being shouted across a table can make my head spin.
When we arrived I greeted Balthazar the cat and said hello (and goodbye) to all of my beautiful and delicious friends.
Because the five of us were the only customers that evening we got to have The Sommelier’s attention all to ourselves which meant I finally had a chance to ask him about the beautiful books that fill the back wall. He took a few down for a historical show and tell session.
They had been his grandfather’s and were akin to ‘year in review’ books full of all of the current events, happenings and gossip from the time, including the infamous marriage of the Duke and Duchess of Windsor. I was captivated! Flipping through those pages was like a scandalous frolic back through time, oohing and aahing with every page turn.
Well, Mrs. London, Honey’s Honey and I oohed and aahed anyway, Gregory and Honey Jr didn’t ooh and aah until the whiskey came out.