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CHEZ GERARD Aaron and I'd spent a couple of hours following Simon around all of his old London haunts. While I'd had my heart set of fish & chips, none were to be found. In the end, we settled at Chez Gerard on Charlotte Street for what would eventually be a lovely meal. Eventually once I got over trying to set the restaurant on fire. Cross my heart that I didn't mean to. Really. It's just that I didn't notice the low tea-light candle on the table. With only three at the table and no one across from me, I'd put my large paper menu down. The thought of "what's burning?" crossed my mind almost at the same time of "what's with the dark ring appearing in the center of my menu?" The think curl of smoke had me jumping up and running out towards the street chattering "fire, fire, fire....," arms outstretched, paper in hand. Once I'd relinquished the smoldering document into more capable hands, I took a moment to calm myself in the ladies loo. Upon returning to our table, I sat down, put my head in my hands and proceeded to share my embarrassment with Simon and Aaron. When they didn't respond a couple of minutes later, I raised my head, only to face two strangers. In my haste, I'd sat down at the wrong booth interrupting a lovely romantic dinner for two. I jumped up again and finally sat down convinced that a heart attack was on the menu for me that night. Lessons learned? 1) Menus and candles don't mix. 2) Make sure you sit down with your dinner partners. These are two things one would expect to have covered in grade school. I must have been home sick that day. And Chez Gerard? It was lovely. The food was divine and the wine much appreciated. I'd give it four stars and a fire extinguisher. 11/ 5/2007
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