Andy could not manage an additional show and it was clear he was hurting, so we kept our evening plans to a casual dinner at Keen’s. Suzie took me there a couple of times, whenever we were seeing a Madonna concert at Madison Square Garden. It was classic New York, and we loved the burgers. Plus, there were all those pipes hanging from the ceiling. Kids like me could get hooked into counting them so as not to disrupt the adult diners. We made the short walk from our hotel to the restaurant and arrived early enough to get in without a wait. (The pub area is always more fun than the main dining room, let’s face it.)
I ordered a martini and Andy got his Hemingway daiquiri. He may single-handedly be bringing back this classic cocktail from almost-obscurity, and I applaud him for that. We will work on our home version this summer. For now, our cocktail glasses clinked beside one another on the table, our burgers arrived, and soon it was time for a shared dessert.
Summer whispered her impending arrival; when we exited the dim restaurant it was still light out, and we walked in that happy confusion the longest days of the year provide. It also meant that there was an hour or two of retail therapy available, so we stopped along the way and Andy helped me pick out a new Tallia jacket that was 75% off. It pays to follow your instincts, and on that night I just knew we should stop for shopping.
I felt the same way when we woke the next day…
