Wine, water, hands
I took my friend Wendy (aka The Mint Killer, if you’re a reader of my blog) to Contigo tonight to celebrate her birthday and to introduce her to my favorite restaurant. We sat at the kitchen bar, which I’ve not yet sat at since I’ve been there, and got to interact with the chefs along the way. “Did you guys get your calamares yet?” asked the sous chef at one point, holding up a plate of calamares with the amazing harissa sauce and favas. “Here you go.” And he handed it over the bar.