'This is as French as it gets,' Graham assures me,
as we zipline towards the venture into which
he has sunk his entire inheritance.
(his father was a successful horse entrepreneur)
We crashland in a padded alley. Even from here,
I can see the glow of the restaurant sign:
Le Brilliant Restaurant
'Classy, non?' says Graham,
leading me towards a conspicuously empty dining area,
full of conspicuously loud accordion music,
and a chef who is conspicuously on fire.
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