Wine Glass Steakhouse, Your Reservation

White tank, long black skirt, glass of red wine raised toward the camera. Booth seat, leather all around, chandelier above. The kind of restaurant where the menu has no prices because if you are asking, you are at the wrong place.

One of my fans booked the corner booth for us. Steak, wine, dessert, the whole thing. He pays well and asks for nothing except company. Easiest dinner of the month.

I like restaurants like this. Quiet enough to talk, fancy enough to remember, expensive enough to mean something. He gets to feel generous, I get to eat well, and the only thing on my mind is whether to order another glass.

Booth seat, full glass, your name on the bill. Reserve again next week.