“So, did I miss anything exciting during the past couple of weeks,” I asked the waitress behind the bar.
I hadn’t been back to the neighborhood haunt since my first date with the boyfriend two weeks ago. It was a dusky, narrow little restaurant with house cocktails made of fresh herbs and berries and burgers so good they would make a cowboy cry.
I sat watching the bartender bounce back and forth, gathering the elements of my drink. She grabbed a handful of fresh mint and stopped in front of me. Continue reading
