I’ve loved some restaurants in my life. Some remain, some have since closed, turned over into other eateries or morphed into cell phone stores. I look back on these places the way one might look back on an old flame. Oh, tiny little place no one knew about in the then-dodgy part of London with a BYOB policy and amazing food. Your zebra striped cushions and coffee so thick it was like drinking melted chocolate and the Addis…oh, simple plate of red or pink lentils done with tomatoes and onions and served with flat bread, warmed olive oil…I miss you. I miss your crowded tables and chatter and the way meals lingered and maybe this overlaps with that time in my life and that boy – the brow sweats just remembering the looks over the table and the hot, hot food. There were other restaurants, of course, but none as flavorful and cheap and buzzy as this.