
The Guilt of Getting Invited to Restaurants My Followers Can’t Afford
I sat in the softly lit dining room at Euphoria

I sat in the softly lit dining room at Euphoria

I sat at a small wooden table at Dawn on

I sat at a wooden counter at Kurasu in Waterloo

I sat by the window at Lola’s Cafe in Holland

For years, my definition of a good meal was dictated

I sat at the tasting counter at Cloudstreet on Amoy

I remember sitting at the counter at Le Bon Funk

There’s a certain kind of awareness that comes with sitting

There’s a very specific kind of silence that hits when