She Said:
Do you ever walk into a place and instantly feel it is doomed? That’s just what happened to us last Monday afternoon.
It’s noon on Christmas Eve and I’ve just wrapped up a half day of work. The husband and I decide to escape the crowds at our house and head instead to lunch. For whatever reason we were in the mood for an experience slightly more upscale where we could enjoy a glass of wine over a festive meal. This was very spur of the moment, and every place we called was either closed or booked.
Rene’ Bistro had been on our radar since it opened in the Renaissance Arts hotel earlier this year. And after the first several places we considered were closed Steve suggested aptly any place that is in a hotel should be open. So to Rene’ Bistro we headed. We arrived to an empty house. No trouble getting a seat in this place, it would seem. Few places need a festive set of diners more than this one; the decor is hotel-bland with the kind of could-be-anywhere vibe that has you looking for the buffet station. Shortly after being seated we were greeted by another patron however: a fruit fly. And then another. You get the idea. Not exactly what I was looking for. Strike 1. Continue reading
