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I am thinking of a good place to sit indoors, to have a meal, to have a drink. When it is cold outside, you can creep down a flight of steps, hover in the doorway, and pull open a heavy wooden door, shutting the snow out as you enter a good place.
The place has long wooden tables, each with a unique patina that marks a visual history of all the meals eaten on it, all the stories told on it, all the spills and slowly hardening wax drops it has endured. The place is always dimly lit, the height of the candles lets you know how far into the night you are. This is a place for simple delights -- good, fresh food but nothing extravagant, a glass of wine but not cocktails, an interesting conversation with a old companion.