One of my favorite restaurants, Cafe Miranda, has the coziest dining room, about the size of a small living room. In fact, the restaurant is built into a small house.
Each table at this restaurant had its own unique pair of vintage salt and pepper shakers. Kitschy decor was everywhere. Even the walls of the bathroom were covered with souvenir plates from around the world. A beautifully landscaped and decorated outdoor terrace, heated on cool nights by a wood fire, doubled the restaurant’s capacity.
I’m using the past tense because only a few days into the pandemic, all of that stuff became irrelevant. So did the restaurant’s complex menu, impossible to recreate with most of the team furloughed.
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