Sometimes, when life in Houston gets to be just a little too much, I like to retreat to this corner spot and pretend that I'm in Paris. Yes, it requires a LOT of drinking beforehand. And yes, the brosephs across the street are a little distracting when the football games are on, and I have to drink some more. But it's charming nevertheless. In its own way. Just like Houston.
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