Foreign words that have been incorporated into the English language always seem a little fancy to me. A little too in vogue, even, for this country bumpkin.
In this case though, I like that incorporating some French gives hanging outside the respect it deserves. Pretty much everything is better outside.
This post is about al fresco dining.
This post is about eating burnt pizza while wearing track pants in our car park.
Both are true, but I feel the first statement captures better just how enjoyable it was.
Everything is better outside. Al fresco anything!