There’s something delightful to me about this table being Reserved. And for us.

We didn’t reserve it. The thought didn’t even occur to us. We just showed up, a large and merry troupe keen sit and linger, to buy cigars and the beverages that complement them.

Someone else had called ahead. But the reservation had never been confirmed…

The Table was given to us with a caveat, a warning. If They show up, you’ll have to move.

But They never came. And we got to keep that large Reserved place that fit us perfectly.

Late in the night the table was happily littered with manhattan glasses, napkins, and tiny leftover crusts of pizza… and a Reserved sign.

How wonderful that things we didn’t Reserve may ultimately be meant for us.