A crescent moon hangs over the rosy stroke-of-lipstick horizon that crowns the French city of Bordeaux. I am seated on the 10th floor at a window table at an elegant Italian restaurant. The view is stunning; the cuisine is “ooh la la” delicious. This could just be Bordeaux’s best Italian restaurant. Unfortunately for the locals, it leaves town tomorrow. Toscana is to Regatta what Harry’s is to Venice. The Chocolate Lasagne is delish, with a glass of limoncello, of course. What’s more to love: No additional charge to dine at Toscana, serving Bordeaux’s best Italian, tonight only.
Posted from my Blackberry.