It's cold, and
John and I are standing in the street, shivering... We're right in the middle of Abbeville Road, and we are completely surrounded by restaurants. We're supposed to be here to try a new restaurant, but John mentions that he's heard good things about
Abbeville Kitchen. We look at the menu. Wow. Good olives, charcuterie, etc, looks very inviting. John insists we look at the other menus, although I'm sold on the first glance. Nearby is very appealing food, well plated food, but really we're after chat, and variety, and lots of picky things...
