As much as I enjoy sharing meals with others and in groups, I very much enjoy it in solitude as well. Some may do it once in a while out of necessity, but I seek it out and look forward to taking myself out. I'm sure this desire is fueled by my introversion — I find it so nice to just sit back, observe other patrons in the restaurant, take in all the details of the space, and not have to share my food (kidding on that one!). Yesterday, I was in between shoots around lunch time and knew I wanted to go to Rosemary's. I love their focaccia and simple, but well-prepared dishes.
Is it strange that I find more beauty in the messy remains?
The bar area is kinda a dream space with its mix of subway tile, marble, wood, and of course, the hanging copper pots.
I am actually leaving for Paris tonight, so expect a little break on Lingered Upon. Much to come when I return!