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Scratching the vast surface of Houston
Houston, like Asia, is incomprehensible.
The thing about Houston, however, is that hidden behind the zillion miles of strip centers are little slices of Nirvana. Took my parents to Bistro Provence on Memorial Boulevard, an unassuming place that served, during a monsoon-drenched lunch, exquisite poached fish, beef stew and salad Nicoise topped by ruby-rare tuna medallions.
Part of the human scenery at this bistro was a couple in their late 50s, I’d guess, dressed in suburban Texan golf gear, but speaking with clipped English accents (BP or Shell transplants?). They certainly knew how to experience a Southern European meal, taking their time over several courses, each diner savoring a separate bottle of wine. If you can’t summer in Provence, this seems a more than acceptable way to substitute for a few hours.
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