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"It’s nearly impossible to not hear what your date’s saying at this French bistro. If you’re seated inside, the tightly packed tables mean your knees knock and your faces are just mere inches from each other. Or if you’re lucky, you’ll get one of the cushioned nooks that practically demand snuggling. Otherwise, you’re out on the parklet, illuminated by twinkle lights, and sitting on a quiet, Muni stop-less Presidio street. Break the ice with the beet salad." - patrick wong, julia chen 1