#88
The waitress makes a coffee and adds two ice cubes. She drinks half and puts the rest where the guests can’t see it. I’m at the end of the bar where the till is— I’m alone, but don’t feel alone. The staff talk to me. Smile. Bring me an extra piece of bread. Their movements are swift. Their words are Spanish. The food is simple, with ingredients that show themselves off well. The two glasses of wine I’ve had are making me warm. It’s 10pm and the place is full because the food is good and the service is excellent.
Outside the twilight of the evening lingers like someone at the beach on a hot night when you don’t want to leave because it’s too good. I realize that I’m living, but not always. But tonight, yes. The day feels full because of the way a restaurant like this makes you feel. Welcome. Not alone. Sit, drink. We’ll take care of you.