‘The Many Roads I’ve Covered’

So, I was going to write something about how the night began with a nice dinner at a traditional Japanese restaurant then got a little weird when we went to an “international” bar.

We sat at the counter of Tupelo Honey Cafe watching the organized madness before us. Chefs ladled gravy into bowls while sausage patties sizzled on the griddle before our eyes.

The aroma was quite apparent from the moment I stepped off the subway. With each step, the smell of fresh fish grew stronger.