Bistro Français, Georgetown, D.C.

It's raining out. Actually, now and then, it's been raining pretty hard all night long. It was raining at 2 a.m., too, when my friend Ian insisted that I walk over to Georgetown to join him for supper at Bistro Français.

It was just a simple supper. Ian only had frites and then for dessert both a chocolate cake and an order of vanilla ice cream. He decided to be novel tonight and dip his fries in his Coke. Don't you just love the collegiate diet?




I'd gone over planning to have a little salad and an artichoke, but ended up ordering the minute steak maitre d' hôtel avec frites. It was tasty; I haven't had a steak in a while, and this was good, though it was a little thin thing.