Clementine's was a delight, no other way to put it. Sure, the food was as it should be: sophisticated, but simple. Subtle, but not intellectual. Clementine's also fed my hunger for connecting with people. The European habit of dining, as opposed to just having something to eat, fosters the kind of conversation that feeds us as social beings. The married couple who served us that evening fussed over us as if we were guests chez eux. The waitress, in particular, enjoyed the prospect of feeding a slender young man like our Anthony. Our servers freely shared their appreciation for the pleasures of the table and passed on a little of that attitude to us, for which I am grateful.
PS--If your schedule and dining companions agree, be sure to have dessert FIRST. :)