Station 220: a "farm to fork" restaurant in downtown Btown.
An impromptu outing with a friend. It couldn't have been a better night.
A fillo-wrapped poached egg, lightly crisped, nestled on a bed of buttery Bibb lettuce.
A sunset-hued drink with just the right amounts of everything.
An espresso-soaked cake topped with dollops of heavenly cream.
Bottomless cups of realllly good coffee.
A waiter with a sense of humor & propriety.
A balmy night walk lit by streetlamps.
A cross-section of small city humanity.
Conversation that made a good friendship a better one.
Two people pondering the path to true contentment (we did, really).
I think we came close.
