My inspiration for this post came from my dear, longtime blogging friend, Debbie @ Musings by an ND Domer's Mom, who is not only a gifted...
One of things you see a lot of during the summer months in the city, are these so-called chic little sidewalk cafes.I say “so-called” because to me, they’re any BUT chic.
(a better word would be…ASININE)
It’s one thing to be in Europe, where the café tables are set back AWAY from the street. But here in Philadelphia, where they have NO idea what the hell chic is…they feel that if they place a card table one inch off the sidewalk and two centimeters from the curb…they can call themselves a Sidewalk Café.
HELLO PHILADELPHIA!!!!
One cool and lovely evening last week, I was walking home with a friend of mine. And as she and I were coming up to one of these chic cafes, we both looked at one another and at the exact same time said, “What‘s wrong with this picture?”
We just observed….
And there we saw four tables smushed between the sidewalk and the curb. And next to these tables sat a large and totally full city trash can. On the street level, were cars and delivery trucks lined up; almost touching the people eating. And as we’re watching this, one of the trucks started it’s motor, as a big puff of exhaust smoke shot out like a fart…and landed all over the people sitting at the tables.
And I’m thinking to myself…”DAMN….now that’s CHIC!”
I don’t know about you, but I’m not particularly fond of spending $15.00 for a glass of wine and $50.00 for an entrée…and then having it marinated with carbon monoxide.
But then again…I’m not too terribly CHIC…
Enjoy your weekend, everyone!
Weekend movie classic recommendation: Waiting for Guffman
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