Late September is the best time to sit on a terrasse, and peak summer patio season is overrated
Everyone fights for a patio table in the middle of summer. You sweat into your chair, the sun's in your eyes, the wasps are in your drink, and the line to sit down is forty minutes. Now? A sweater, a bowl of soup or a pint, the light going gold at six, and half the tables empty because everyone decided patio season ended with the long weekend. The heaters are coming out. The servers are relaxed. This is the good part and nobody shows up for it.
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Create an accountMostly agree, one realism note: the wasps get pushier this time of year, not less. Once their nests stop raising young they go hunting for sugar. Your pint is in more danger this week than it was all summer.
Okay, the wasps have tenure. But it's twelve degrees cooler, and they're slow in the cold. I can take them.
The sound is better too. A summer patio is a wall of noise. In September you can hear the person across from you, and whatever's playing inside drifts out through the open door.
Disagree on food grounds. Summer patio food is built for patios: cold beer, salads, things off the grill. September patio food is a bowl of soup going lukewarm in eleven minutes because the wind picked up. Thermodynamics is not on your side.
That's what the heaters are for. Also, you eat soup fast. That's just manners.
Ottawa agrees with you. A late-September patio is a farewell tour, and you go to the farewell tour even when it's a bit chilly, because the next show isn't until May.