A French Saga Part I : The Restaurant

Strolling along the banks of the Rhone
Amongst eerie glows and shadows grown
Upon the edge when dusk turns night
We glimpsed the restaurant in playful light
To trail sweet smells as venturing in
Were met with ambient scents within

Savoured haunt with a buzzing feel
From easy talk over meals
As wine flows freely and balmy air
Compliments much appreciated fayre
So smiling at you through candle haze
I turned to peruse at what to graze

Scanning down the exotic list
So many choices not to be missed
I really couldn't decide which dish
But after much thought, plumped for the fish
And you decided just for a change
To have the duck a l'orange

So choosing over we did chat and sip
Our Kirs and eat our dips
With bread thoughtfully provided
And before you knew it, garcon had glided
Up to our table with steaming dishes
Smelling strongly of whiffy fishes

Smoothly did garcon place the food
In front of my assaulted nose and mood
Did sadly deteriorate as my smile
Began to fade, and denial
Gave way to obvious truth and link
That my fish was creating this almighty stink

Eyeing my food with full attention
Frowning with the thought to mention
To you I was sure the Sole was off
But that night, laissez-faire, you were want to scoff
So reluctantly nibbling the offending nosh
Reflected afterall this place wasn't posh.