It is not that she wanted to hear him whisper something endearing. That he observed something he forgot to mention earlier. Maybe he felt like nibbling, or she was experiencing a moment of seduction, and wanted to feel his heat, but could not wait for the later hour. They were in public. The wine had mellowed them both, the food was in digestive mode; the lights were low, no smoke, while the piano music took them down memory lane. The heat of his lips could sustain her until further notice, there was romance in the air.
This particular night the wind was cold, but I was not interested in my imagined couple, nor was I famished to try the “Herb Crusted Beef Carpaccio” with truffle aioli, or the “Roasted Bone Marrow” with shallot and capers. A bottle of Marlborough Pinot Noir from sunny New Zealand,(2014) would be just fine, before talking with the entertainer of the night, MARK KOTISHION.
Picture of delight at 18th & 21st
During my talk with Mark, the background music was provided by JOHN “Chordy” Teagle on piano. The Entertainment Manager has piano skills.
I’m home, in Columbia, Md., at this new supper club, named 18th & 21st. After THE LIBRARY club and disco took exit, the community suffered a drought. Merriweather Post weathered the barrage, and now the open space, that once felt the thumps of feet in jeans and T-Shirts, has an extension.
To my couple in “the whisper”, she smiled at him cunningly and said in wide grin, “yes of course!”