Le Margot

By Andrew R. Duckworth

We try to get a spot at the bar.
From the bar you can see in to
The kitchen and see the food being
Prepared by careful and skilled
Hands trained by skilled hands.
Soft pinks wrap around like a
Silk blanket and little floral
Hints-arrangements and patterns.
The bartender is top notch, knows
His craft, knows how to craft.
It’s a gift, gifted hands
Crafting gifts for patrons.
You can’t put a price on it.
Black Manhattan- yes, please.

Beside the bar is a massive screen
Displaying old films, classics,
The kind we don’t see anymore-
Gene Kelly, Fred Astaire dancing,
Singing a song for you to enjoy.
Next to the screen, a large image
Of a nun enjoying a cigarette-
I can appreciate the pun.
Fort Worth doesn’t have many
Places like this- the kind that
Transport you from your chair
To France without having to
Catch a flight. Thank heavens
For Le Margot- a source of
Pleasant inspiration, inspired
Dishes and friendship,
Conversation over more than a meal
But rather an experience.
Perhaps we might catch a short
Chat with Chef Graham Elliot.
Perhaps I will enjoy lavender
Glazed chicken over a bed of
Spinach and tomato purée,
Perhaps it will all take my
Mind from worry to life,
And my tongue somewhere distant.