Restaurant Memories
Any restaurant recipe now is a postcard from another time: The time before this, when you could just take a subway, a taxi, a ferry, or a plane without thinking twice, and when you could arrive wherever you were going and walk down a street where the lights were on and the doors were open.
Inside, there probably wasn’t any room at the bar, but you could squeeze in, catch the bartender’s eye and, when your cocktail, so cold it almost hurt, landed in front of you, you could smile, and know that other people could see you doing it. – Pete Wells
