I had a miday rendez-vous with a FAB monsieur, a croque monsieur from the newly opened French American Bistro that is. While not the best lunch date I've ever had, I am delighted to know that he is nearby when I need him.
Chubbier than his Parisian cousin, the FAB monsieur was a little on the dry side. Perhaps sat at the bar for a tad too long, the FAB monsieur suffered from minor sweating on his cheesy top. But despite his imperfections, the FAB monsieur remained unmistakably French in both composure and taste. Perched against the glammed-up bistro bar and accompanied by a thoughtful wine list, the FAB monsieur stood head and shoulders above the bland downtown herd.
