April 19
Barfly’s The Original
It was Friday night and I knew I couldn’t get anything done at this hour. So, I was surprised at the incoming call on my phone, the one with a blocked number, just as I was finishing up my dinner snack in the Marriott restaurant.
“Darren,” I heard a voice say. It was Alana. Nice surprise, I thought.
“Are you free?” she asked.
“Depends on whether you’re going to haul me into the station or take me out for a drink.
Gentle laughter on the other end.
“The drink idea sounds much better.”
“Okay, where?”
“Have you ever been to Barfly’s?”
“No, but I bet I can find it,” I said.
“Meet me there in half an hour.”
“Sure.”
I hailed a taxi outside the hotel and told him to take me to Barfly’s. It was obscure enough that the cabbie hadn’t heard of it, so I googl
