Every woman has a man that makes her a real writer. Terry is my man. His place and he have made Downtown Chick go back to publish in Chinese which I haven't done for a good few years. But for Terry's smoking hot ass, all is worth it. This entry is dedicated to Terry's hospitality and their excellent menu which is exactly the same as the Salades de Provence in Provence in France.
For a complete bread bitch, what can be better than a funny guy swinging his very firm perky cute butt under those perfect sand-washed straight leg blue jeans holding a delicious L'Assiette Mirabeau (The Mirabeau Plate) with some tender salty Prosciutto ham and goat cheese over my favorite dry crunchy brown tartines of Poilane bread to me? Well, that is, maybe if they have a wine cellar there as well? No, seriously, I can't think of anything else except that. Besides, you can always bring a bottle in or get one from the giant wine store next door. There's no corkage fee in Salades de Provence. This place is just awesome. The organic little cherry tomatoes, mushrooms, walnut pine nuts made Downtown Chick a very happy single girl in the Boys Town...
If you are looking for a place where you can listen to some old skool French pop classic like Laurent Voulzy, Gilbert Montagne, Claude Francois near home, you might want to consider moving there, at least I do. It's not that I don't like Jay-Z or accordion; I do, but at the price of $13.95 a plate, sometimes I want to sit somewhere I can hear Henri Salvador, play with that old-fashioned water bottle lid and write a bit. Okay, fine, I lie. I'm pretending to be unpretentious. I hate Jay-Z. He's a fucking idiot. How can somebody listen to that kind of crap? Don't get it.
I didn't have too good of an appetite from a recent stomach sickness so I skipped dessert. My friend gave me a scoop of his moelleux au chocolat for dessert though. It was good. Soft inside, not melted and flowing but not as hard as a brownie as well, sweet and just about right. Salades de Provence also has a good selection of ice-cream. It's a frugal hedonistic shortest getaway a heart-broken Downtowner can take within a radius of 10 miles.