Whenever I move to a new city or neighborhood, there are a few things I search for immediately, to make the place my own:
1. a salon/spa
2. a bookstore
3. a restaurant/bar
It's time for me to mention by name a place I love. It feels selfish to keep referring to it obliquely, in an attempt to keep it MINE.
It's Hemingway, Cheers, my mother's kitchen, all wrapped up in one.
Because there are few things more important to that sense of home than good food, good drink, good music, and good friends who not only all know your name, but also your poison of choice - which in my case is a lovely chilled bottle of Quincy.
And when you go, give my best to Lori and Chef Daniel!