It started with two...then a third joined in...by the end of the night there were five of us sitting around a table that was fitting for maybe three people. We sat outside from dusk to the darkness of night laughing and carrying on as if we were in our own backyard. It was a Monday night so happy hour was light. The waitstaff did not seem to mind how we went on and on eating up our Prosciutto Rustico, Manchego and Burrata Mozzarella platter with fresh baked bread. And the beer went well with everything. There wasn't a bad choice on the list. But oh what a night to live again because for just a minute life was as simple and delicious as the food that was sitting on our plate.