Last weekend, I celebrated my somewhat-mournful 46th birthday. Hooray.
With the sheer specter of Death impolitely tapping on its watch saying “Tick-tock, tick-tock…”, I impatiently decided that I wanted to go and celebrate my special day by going to a restaurant that I always wanted to try but never could, La Baguette Bistro, 7408 N. May Ave.
Being an ardent fan of Serge Gainsbourg, mon amie, sadly I hadn’t been to metro’s lone(?) French restaurant. Well, outside of the now-gone Deep Deuce location five years ago where I had a French dip sandwich and some relationship strife, but I don’t think that counts.