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Anybody who tells you
stars are just normal people like you and me has obviously never sat
next to Patricia Clarkson at a restaurant. She made a valiant attempt
to ruin our meal with her incessant two hour conversation (all without
ordering) about ... herself! "I was in this play once, blah, blah,
blah, and when Bobby told me I was brilliant, I just couldn't help
but agree with him!" Her two male companions lisped in agreement--she
was wonderful! If my roquefort steak wasn't so good I would have spit
it out in amazement and disgust. We tried not to let her lameness
get to us, and pressed on, also attempting to ignore the drink 50-somethings
next to us who insisted on chatting about Clarkson in loud voices.
Despite being surrounded by retardation, we like the place a lot.
It had a nice energy to it, and despite feeling, for some reason,
like we were eating dinner in a YMCA pool area (a feeling I couldn't
shake despite its absurdity), the atmosphere was relaxing and homey.
It felt like a lot of locals hanging out in their neighborhood joint.
Granted, this was probably not the case, but a little wine, and some
nice appetizers later, we couldn't help but feel at home. This French
hybrid thing is very New York, and is probably a little too overrepresented
in the foody landscape, but it never seems to get old for me. I do
so love my French steaks. I certainly would put this on my repeat
list, but first I have to make sure one red headed actress has found
a new haunt. [MF]
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