A wonderful meal, invigorating conversation, a lovely bottle of wine. And the food, it’s singing love songs in your mouth. And then you realize dessert is served and the halcyon memories are soon ending. A brief moment of panic sets in when you contemplate that you have in fact not taken one note about your experiences at Restaurant Martin.
It is a freezing night. Bone chillingly cold as you walk to the restaurant. It is farther, much farther than you imagined. So cold each step is a painful gash of lung busting agony. You start to consider scenarios where you are frostbitten, found the next day on the street and they say if only he went a little farther he would have made it.