Last night a friend took me to a small bistro on Broome Street called La Sirene. The restaurant is so small that eating there can be understood as a culinary extension of couch surfing.
My crab cakes - an appetizer – were delicious and the two ladies running the place helpful and charming. After three hours the smells coming from the kitchen can get annoying, but three hours should give you enough time to finish your meal.
There is a case to be made that coincidental intimacy is as good as let’s say wanted and planned intimacy.
La Sirene is the perfect place for accidental intimacy. You listen to your neighbors, you observe your neighbors, you accidentally touch your neighbors, and if you ask I’m sure you can try your neighbor’s dessert or maybe even stroke the knee of your neighbor’s husband.