Discovered by Accident: Jeff Francoeur’s Raison d’Être, Maybe

Unlike precisely every other image which appears in these stupid pages, the image that appears on this stupid page was not stolen from the internet but rather captured by the author himself on the streets of Paris by means of an internet-phone-camera.

One finds, while wandering those same streets — in the 18th arrondissement, specifically — one finds Cafe Francoeur, a charming establishment that both (a) features a self-described epicurean menu and also (b) probably serves as free agent Jeff Francoeur’s raison goddamn d’être that no one knew about before.

But now people know about it, is the point of this weblog post. Like probably every person knows about it now, is the point.