Task #325 was picking up my wife at work, and #326 quickly became an evening of dining on the patio at Varanese on Frankfort Avenue — that’s right, the uncouncilman Steve Price’s pet bogey street — with live jazz, red wine, beef, halibut, curried lamb empanadas, shrimp seviche, tawny port and too many reasons to count for why it was a better idea to eat, drink and celebrate life than rush back across the river to listen to the prattle of the usual clueless suspects.
But if you were there, please … discuss.
