August 16, 2013
A glass for water and a glass for wine
A tableside seafood risotto with tomato broth in Vernazza—May, 2013.
The other night I had $38 waiting by the front door. A twenty, a ten, a five and, three singles. All stacked neatly, face up.
I had two email confirmations and a time to look forward to. Around 6:50.
The table was set. A glass for water and a glass for wine, plates, forks and, napkins. A bottle of red—I believe it was a cabernet.
With nothing else to do but wait, I paced. Which is to say, I walked back and forth from kitchen to front door, peering through the peep hole and looking back up at the kitchen clock.
And, finally. A stone cold pizza and a wilted salad.
I don't know how people do it.