From Negril with Love
They had sat at the far corner table so many times before, when egg creams still were on the menu. Their weekly conversations had seeped so deeply into the cushions of the tangerine banquet seats that the waiters knew when to surprise them with monogrammed anniversary cheesecake slices. Back then, it was Sinatra piping through the speakers in the ballroom disguised as a dining space, but now Aretha’s voice was gliding and diving amid a fluttery flute in ‘Until You Come Back to Me (That’s What...