“California’s idea of dining-in is eating outside,” I kept thinking each time seeing a restaurant serving guests in their table, chair and tent-covered parking lots. It was stated in jest and mostly in my head.
Having said it once to my wife was enough after she told me to ‘knock it off,’ which I did. We were traveling in the same car.
Later, as we sat at an eatery, enjoying an early evening dinner, I proceeded to see myself dining at a sidewalk cafe along the Avenue des Champs-Élysées in gay Pair-ee. My wife refused to buy into my wanderings.