It’d be an understatement to say that Carolyne and I love food. I think one of the few instances that we were actually early, waiting in the lobby impatiently, was when there was a good dinner date organized for us.

My bar stool was in the middle of the hallway facing the open-kitchen and half-obstructing a walkway. I guess I was in the way of walking-traffic, but in all honesty I didn’t care.