We found many single women already in attendance at the bar when we arrived.
All were bemoaning the Baltimore dating scene while sucking down chocolate martinis and flirting with the ever-smiling Elliot, who sported but refrained from twirling his new handlebar moustache.
She clearly did not subscribe to the order-a-drink-and-see-what-happens school of dating.
I don't know what it is about wandering through a maze of Swedish furniture that makes you hungry for just about anything.You try taking a picky teetotaler who goes to bed at p.m. The ideal venue for Strawberry's debut, I felt, would be the bar at Pazo, a watering hole for upscale types.But Pazo was closed for a House of Cards wrap party, Bond Street Social was weirdly empty, and Ouzo Bay was filled with couples.When I asked Strawberry to come along, she readily accepted.In fact, another friend had already suggested she go.
All else aside, it was a ravishing night; the bay sparkled, the air was crisp, the sidewalks bustling.