I rue the closing of this doomed bar and restaurant near my city's two largest colleges. It had unremarkable indoor space, but outside they had a large patio with roof, with braziers and chimineas which made it reasonably comfortable outside even in winter, especially once you finished your first drink.
But people mistrusted their claims that you could dine outdoors all year, even while it was snowing, and the place tanked.
When I visit you, Kuwi (don't panic, I'm not planning to drop in unannounced), we shall go someplace and smoke, okay? Oh, and drink and talk books and writing, too. Hey, everybody come!
Maryn, who'd truly enjoy that