Saturday night I had dinner at Washington DC’s Tabard Inn to celebrate a friend’s birthday. The lounge where we had pre-dinner drinks was about 100 degrees too warm and looked like a ski lodge, and their version of a rum runner was strong but, while I love strong drinks, it…

I’m writing up the sixth dinner with a stranger but as you’ve probably noticed by now the articles are somewhat long so it may be a few more days before this rather clownish piece is done. Meantime, to get more updates on this site I’m going to use this spot…