Chapter 9“It's the perfect gift for the third day of Christmas,” April repeated, ensuring me all had been forgiven for the weekend food poisoning episode. Things were a lot better on that front by Monday morning.
“I picked out the restaurant before learning you'd bought the tickets to the aquarium,” I elucidated, reading the menu for Les Trois Poules Françaises. It was an exquisite French Restaurant in Philadelphia that served April's favorite dish, Coq au vin, one that had magnificently earned the eatery its three Michelin stars. When I'd asked Lara Bouvier for a recommendation and filled her in on our Twelve Days of Christmas theme, I couldn't ignore the opportunity to dine at a restaurant whose name translated into The Three French Hens. One of Lara's cousins owned the bistro, and it w
