Thanks, Brad!

One evening about 6 months ago Ashley, Kevin and I decided to go out to dinner at Mazza, the Lebanese place I wax rhapsodic about all the time. The cafe is small, so it was going to be an hour wait for a table. No matter, because King's English Bookshop is next door.

King's English Bookshop is an old three-level home that was renovated into a quirky and inspirational bookshop complete with perfectly restored wainscoting, window seats, overstuffed chairs and the occasional cat. Every time I've gone in there the employee, male or female, is wearing a cardigan. It must be a job requirement. Oh yes...and there's tea too. Lots and lots of tea.

Attached to the back of King's English is a very small cafe called Fresco. It almost looks like it was built from the kitchen of the old house. There are only 5 tables or so and reservations must be made far in advance. Fresco is incredibly well outfitted with charming Craftsman style decor and gorgeous mahogany floors. When Fresco is open, it's a very unique experience. As you peruse books amongst carved oak shelves and creaking turn of the century wooden floors, a bustling restaurant hums and clinks in the background through a stained glass pocket door. Sometimes there is jazz playing too.

I love it.

Well, the three of us were wandering about when we spotted a man and a woman walking by holding glasses of wine. The man was in fine Italian evening wear complete with leather jacket and the woman had knee-high suede boots, fur, and globules of shining jewels hanging everywhere imaginable. They gave us a very friendly greeting and Ashley asked them what was on all of our minds.

“Where did you get the wine?”

The man said they had gotten it at Fresco, then asked us what type of wine we liked. All three of us like white wine, which is what we enthusiastically answered. He said “Wait right here” and swooped into the restaurant through that glorious stained glass pocket door. We sat there stunned and a little excited. A few minutes later a server, in starched shirt and bow tie, naturally, came out holding a silver tray with three glasses of some exquisite white wine.

“These are for you courtesy of Brad.” she said.

We couldn't believe it! What luck! Who does that? Really!! Who?!

I'll tell you who.

Brad.

We took the wine (which was incredible and I was so shocked I never got the name of it) and looked for “Brad” while we imbibed. Brad was nowhere to be found. His lady friend was nowhere to be found. They had completely disappeared. It was almost magical.

I'll never forget that. I really never will.

On a side note, we cracked up while drinking our wine because after the shock wore off we noticed we were standing in the children's book section. Holding glasses of wine.

BEST. NIGHT. EVER.

So, Brad, I sincerely hope some day I am able to do what you did. The three of us will never forget it. Really.

Thank you.