Oui, s'il vous plait

That's what most of my Noe brethren are saying, French-speakers or not...It's nice to have a lousy Italian restaurant replaced with a Boulange. I had always been fond of the Hayes Valley outpost, with its dangerous proximity to Miette, Blue Bottle, and Alla Prima. But now I just mosey up 24th Street for my Frenchified fix. JP and I shared a rustic wooden table (with cute matching chairs) and two lattes in red-checked cups, tres charmant! Alors, Noe may now have a place that serves good coffee. (Not to mention adorable pastries, tantalizing sandwiches and salads...) And cheers to the wooden counter in the front window, where une femme can sit, livre in hand, un cafe at her elbow, watching tout le monde pass by. Makes me want to take up smoking, almost.