Boulevard

Wrought-iron lamps dangle gracefully from brick ceilings, waiters sail smoothly through a sea of bejeweled ladies, and fat-cat men grin like Cheshire at the sight of wood oven-roasted fish and meats. Wanting for nothing, wishing you had it more often – especially that warm chocolate cake with a chocolate caramel center. It’s like dining in a Matisse painting.

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