04/06/2026
You’re on the train thinking a croquetta and a glass of Syrah would be nice.
Just a quick stop before heading home to watch whatever it is you’re currently watching.
Five minutes later you’re at the bar.
The wine arrives.
The croquetta arrives.
Life improves considerably.
Then a bowl of meatballs walks past.
Now you’ve got a situation.
Maybe dinner’s been made.
Maybe it hasn’t.
There’s only one way to find out.
You make the call.
“Come down.”
Twenty minutes later you’re both sitting in a tiny bar with dim lights, good wine and a table full of things neither of you planned on eating.
The conversation gets going.
Another glass appears.
The meatballs disappear.
And somehow all the things that felt important an hour ago don’t seem all that important anymore.
Ta dah.
