An Evening at Fraiche
I knew it was going to be a good night, when we walked out of the thick twilight and into Fraiche and the Arcade Fire was playing.
I had made the reservation three weeks before, and even then, they did not have seven or seven-thirty available, so I settled for 6:45. Far be it for me to cast aspersions, but there were other empty tables around the entire time we were there.
We were seated on the Patio near the door. The awning that stretched above us had an opening, through which we could see the purpling sky and a jacaranda tree.
We had a round of cocktails, which was all right. There was a blood orange martini that was really refreshing and a mojito that was a little syrupy. We ordered a round of oysters too, served with a little of the usual sauce, but also some shallot vinegar and some really strong horseradish. They were wonderful, and it was only the beginning.