I was glad that we’d waited until Sunday night to come here, though; the bar certainly wasn’t empty, but at least it wasn’t a total mob scene. We snagged a cozy table in one of the side rooms where they had live music on Friday and Saturday evenings. I could see the empty place where a band might set up, but no one was playing tonight. The only music was some low-key jazz coming out of discreet speakers placed around the room.
I decided to start with an apple martini, since those had always been my favorite. After that I could branch out to something a little more exotic. The waiter took our orders — an old-fashioned for Jennifer, another appletini for Micaela, and a dirty martini with two onions for Nina — and we all settled back into our seats. We also got a couple of orders of fries an
