The other night, Rob and I felt spontaneous so walked a block into town to have drinks in the outside courtyard at the Adelphi Hotel. Always fun and interesting, it’s like a time warp in there and usually a little quiet for my taste. I go because I love the lush plants and twinkle lights and the open sky over your head as you’re sipping a Planter’s Punch, but I usually leave because I feel like everyone’s listening to our conversation.
Or, as was the case this time, the sky erupted into rain and we had to book it home in a downpour. That, and, some guy we met at the bar (politely) assumed we were swingers, which scared the bejesus out of Rob. His wife was upstairs getting ready while he was in the bar, asking us for restaurant recommendations. After Rob asked him if he wanted to sit with us while he waited, he uttered some weird code phrase and Rob was out the back door like the place was caving in. To add insult to injury, the waitress brought Rob a Pinot Grigio instead of a Pinot Noir. No harm done: both glasses were on the creepy swinger, who bought them for us because (said the waitress) “He thought you two were so nice and sweet.”
Here’s Rob. What you can’t see is his pale face and quivering hands, as he was quite shaken by Mr. Friendly’s comments.
And here I am making the really bad decision to order a Mint Julep. I swear I still taste bourbon when I brush my teeth or exhale with any force. In any event, I only drank half—remember, it was on the creepy man with the diamond-encrusted Rolex.
[The interior bar area. Time warp!]
I hope I haven’t completely scared you off from the idea of coming here. It’s really quite lovely, and they make a zillion drinks you’re usually afraid to ask for: pina coladas, white russians, and more.