B.D.C.

On Monday we braved the elements to enjoy a lazy late lunch at Bistrot du Coin. Ordinarily, we wouldn't have dreamed of going there with my young lungs, but then we remembered the recently enacted smoking ban.

Dad munched on moules frites and a glass of montrachet and Mom sank her teeth into a croque-monsieur and a bit of cabernet. I can't wait to sample the latter a few feedings from now.

Between you and me, I think Dad is taking a little too easily to this whole "ladies who lunch" gig.