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It was closer to 10 p.m. by the time I reached Dionysus—Rohan’s favorite bar on the lower east side in downtown Manhattan, named after the Greek god of wine and ecstasy. I ran out of the cab in my three-inch, transparent heels with my autumn coat resting on my arm. I noticed Dionysus was a quaint, personable, and cozy space.
Rohan had told me, “I treat it as a hidden gem for when I want to go for a drink by myself. Be it the mahogany furniture, art deco architecture, tasteful menu, funky music, and friendly staff, I love it all.”
“What do you do there by yourself?”
“I sit at a corner table, listen to Bob Marley, and enjoy the time alone with a perfect Sazerac.”
“Is that where you meet your dates?” I had asked sheepishly.
“You are the only person I’ve ever invited to Dionysus,”
