Rainy Summer Way Home, Brooklyn
The babysitter came in and took over. Not that she is a professional babysitter, but it does pay to have a wifey with something she can barter service favors for with clients. We drank beer and wine and ate salad and saw friends and talked to people we'd never met. We held forth from our newly minted usual Tuesday perch. And so Tuesdays are becoming a good night to leave the boy with someone trusted. Bluefish salad with limey cale. Bits of crusty toast with some sort of fruity compote and goatie cheese. Porkslap and Cava Cava. Hellos and mended feelings and good tips. Brooklyn, for all these things, is a great place.