It's Friday night, and I'm back in my favorite Neighborhood for a casual dinner. I was meeting up with a friend over a simple bottle of wine, and I couldn't think of a better venue for it.
The Man in White T-Shirt asked me in the afternoon whether a whole chicken would be too much for us. Since there were only two of us, I let him know that we wouldn't be able to handle a whole bird... even though I knew any bird he sends our way would be really, really delicious. After a quick word with him, we decided to order a few dishes and take things easy.