Day Nine: Not all bistros are created equal

Last night in Paris. The plan was a little bread and cheese and drink a bottle of wine. Except... No bread places and no cheese places were open, since it was Sunday. Of course. Sunday is a day of abstinence for French people or something. Okay, so we will go back and hit one of the nice bistros we ate at over the week. It was not that far and we got to walk by a nice theatre we had made the acquaintance of. We turned the corner and... It's dark. Crap. Now what? We had seen what looked like a cute little local bistro on the way here, we decided to just eat there. Au Petit Suisse... Seemed like a good name, not scary like the Madness Bar we kept walking by. Drinks were fine (who really can screw up opening bottles of wine?) food was less than impressive. The most impressive part of the meal was reheated in a microwave. Sigh. Not our best bistro experience and probably in the bottom three.