window seat, beer table

After a hectic Monday of ordering large quantities of Veuve Clicquot to be delivered, researching preferred restaurants and witty banter with the Director of Accounting- I all but clapped my hands at the mention of beer table. I pulled on shorts and sheep skin boots to match the comfort of my pug- and headed out to 7th Ave and 14th street... White Trippel and a honey, fig and spice ale was placed on the window sill between us. We nibbled on rustic bread, concord grapes and mild cheese with honey and sea salt. The blend of textures, coupled with the bitter ale- lingered sexily on my mind as the cool air talked me into closing the tab and returning home to a glass of red.