eleventh grade French

it's a little French restaurant

on the edge

of town.

4 stars on Yelp.

there's a view of water,

lamp posts,

the passing

crowd.

linen table clothes

and candles

are set about.

a waiter

dressed neatly

with a mustache

pulls out our chairs

and bows.

i peruse the menu

looking for a word i remember

from 11th grade

French class.

this could take a while.

cheeseburgers

and fries

are nowhere to be found.