A Clean Well-Lighted PlaceThere is something to be said for "synergies of food", a playful term coined by another from my shady past (and entirely before the rage for words like synergy) that relates to uncommon combinations of very simple fare. Example: a sandwich of white toast, cream cheese and strawberry preserves. And again: shedded wheat, cold milk, and honey. There are others, certainly, and my list will not be the same as your list.
A thing that always makes food better is to eat it outside, preferably on a boat at sea. We do not have boats at sea here in my particular urban topology, but we have places we can eat outside. One of them is turning into my clean, well-lighted place. The food is a simple Italian, but by people who can put together Italian. Even on dimly cool nights like tonight, it is possible to be warmed enough by the food and the people that staying for the second cup of coffee is not a question. Invariably a meal there will overcome one with calm seven-tenths of the way through, just in time for the decision about dessert.
Treat the wait staff of the world well, for they have the power to make a thing perfect without noticing.
Alternately: Bela Fleck is a (relatively) well-known banjo player. Edgar Meyer is a (relatively) obscure bassist. They and three others joined to cut a disc of musical alchemy in 1989. I think I'm deciding not to put links in the meat of this thing (this is the lifecycle of my weblog, Alger Hiss), but: this is good music. Do not jump for it unaided, but by all means look for the precipice. There's a tremendous view.
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