Birthdays
Thirty, forty, fifty. A private room and a menu that doesn’t feel like a set menu.

Birthdays, anniversaries, leaving-dos and the dinner you throw because the year asked for it. Never a balloon arch.
Thirty, forty, fifty. A private room and a menu that doesn’t feel like a set menu.
Ten or twenty years, marked with one long table rather than a speech.
The last night in a city, the first night of a new chapter.
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