November 7, 2017

Dragged myself off the couch to attend the opening of Chall’s bar. I don’t know what I expected–maybe something more streamlined and modernistic, but it turns out to be exactly right for the building and the neighborhood, a sort of studied pre-WWII parchment-colored caressing ambiance, welcoming and neighborhood-y. Pleased by the big handsome bartender, and by the drink he made me, something citrus-y and Venetian. I always say “you need to get out more.” Sometimes I do.