the root cafe.

One of the great things about Little Rock is you can get just about anywhere in no time.  Another is the interesting little restaurants I like to try.

Today my mother in law and sister in law ate at a gluten-free place called The Root Cafe.  It has a delightful ambiance.  In fact, I felt for a moment as if I was eating in a foreign land, ya know, like one you'd experience on a mission trip.  From the coke served in bottles to the mismatched lawn chairs around umbrella tables.   Rolled up plastic walls and mostly outdoor seating.

We might as well have been in a foreign place because the three guys that sat at our shared table spoke French the entire time.  If only I spoke French...then I could pretend I didn't and just before leaving I could say something to let them know I heard their gossip.  That is assuming they talk about others in front of their face without them knowing.  What? You wouldn't do that?!