I derive great pleasure from the grape, and consider a glass of wine one of the simple pleasures in life. Bacchus, the god of wine, seems like the appropriate deity to grace our doorway and welcome our friends. I like the little figure of Bacchus above the restaurant’s door in the photo below – it’d fit just above our door. Bacchus is portrayed in a variety of ways, from the beautiful young man in Caravaggio’s painting to the boozy looking fat kid straddling a barrel to the pensive looking guy leaning against a gold clock. Next time I’m in Paris, I plan to find my very own p’tit Bacchus. A votre santé!