As I am taking some shots of the exterior, a cab comes up and expects me to move from my spot, a perfect vantage point of the financial district skyline about one foot outside the bike lane into the street. The girls in the cab (who are getting dropped off at where else but Drink) don’t realize that he is using the fact that I am standing in the middle of the road to eke a few more pennies out of their fare and are somehow annoyed with me. As I write this, I am coming to the realization that anyone who knows me and reads this would probably side with the girls.
I wrote this to him already, but John comes across as the most passionate and professional man that I have met on this tour. He knows his stuff and was born for hospitality. It is Geena’s last stop and John brings us a few shots, the name of which escapes me, but they were tart, bitter, and refreshing. Grapefruit Juice, St. G-somethingorother, gin, and bitters – a drink I thought I wouldn’t like when he described it but found quite light and just right for my long summer day. They aren’t BSing you about that aspect of service.
Buttermilk biscuits with ham round out the food for the 15th as we pack up (except for the tripod I left, oops) and walk across the street to the 11:00 stop of 24 in 24: Boston . . .