I always wanted to be in a place like this with a boyfriend…it’s not particularly romantic or elegant -well, it may be a little romantic-. There was a French bistro near my house in Puebla, it always looked so fancy, cozy, just meant for couples. Back then I had this not very good boyfriend, but of course, at the time I was blind and I thought he was worth it. The bistro was pricey, and we couldn’t afford to go. Right in front of the bistro there was a very cool Americanized bingo casino where I went with this boyfriend once. And we won, no more than a few dollars, but we were very happy at the fact that didn’t lose. While leaving the place, I remember he said, next time mi amor, when we win big, we’ll come here for dinner. I doubt he remembers any of this, and honestly I’m not sure why I remember this kind of details, he wasn’t a good boyfriend; but I have very good memory and I enjoy it.
That was the first time I wanted to go to a bistro…and this morning being in one made me remember this scene.Note: No, we never won big at the bingo, and we never went to any bistro together.