Breaking Bread with Friends

There is a communion of more than our bodies when bread is broken and wine drunk.

M.F.K. Fisher, American food writer (1908–1992)

One of the strange truths of life is that foreigners will reveal to you great places in your own hometown. This evening out-of-town visitors introduced me to the "Earth to Table Bread Bar" on Locke Street where tasty rye and coriander bread is available alongside, what I'm told is, a great local beer. Beyond grazing on the freshest arugula salad and munching on slices of delicious pizza, there was lots of fascinating talk of books, health and hinges. With the Sun still shining at 7pm and our bodies full of good food, we ventured past the ghost of a Coca-Cola sign that once adorned the side of a long forgotten drugstore for a walk amidst trees and gravestones. Only with friends can you share such pleasure.