The establishment across the street isn't the enemy; they are the colleague working in the office next door. Customers pass from one to the other, and owners exchange complicit glances over the asphalt.
Cette gestion "horizontale" permet une liberté curatoriale rare : etablissement d'en face
The human customer is a complex being. If it rains, they complain it's ugly. If it's sunny, they complain it's too hot. And when they are sitting at your table, their eyes inevitably drift toward the window across the street. The establishment across the street isn't the enemy;
There is a romantic image of the restaurateur hating their neighbor. The reality is often more nuanced. Who else understands the pain of a broken dishwasher on a Friday night? Who else can lend you a kilo of coffee or some emergency steaks? If it rains, they complain it's ugly
