Purely by coincidence I landed in restaurant Manon in the Meatpacking District.
Manon turned out to be both a restaurant and a lounge. The food was good, the service was adequate, perhaps a bit stiff, and around 9 p.m. 2 DJ’s arrived,.
A waitress started dancing on “Girls Just Want To Have Fun”, the tall maître d’ was smoking a cigarette on 14th Street. For a moment everything seemed to be possible, a whole new life was just a cocktail away.