Spaces

Carla and I met up for a drink in the middle of the afternoon yesterday at the 8th St Wine Cellar.  It was just as I like it: empty.  Towards the end we realized we were hungry so we shared a cheese plate.  Very satisfying.

The other day Ken's friend Craig took us to dinner at Soho House. I was expecting it to be loud and boisterous but it was (other than the rooftop) quite the opposite.  I loved it.  It was for NY, uncharacteristically comfortable.  There was a guy working on his laptop in the lounge on a long wooden table.  It was almost midnight.  He looked up at all of us when we walked into the room and his computer screen was reflected in his glasses, his eyes had that glaze of being totally immersed in a project.  I liked it.