Here Come the Boys

I met Mr. Brooklyn at the beginning of the night. I was standing at the front of the restaurant with two girl friends, waiting for a table to become available in the outdoor courtyard. We had already started our tab with a round of the house special, mojitos served with a super-fun, super-fat, neon silly straw.

Almost simultaneously, Mr. Brooklyn and I noticed each other and elbowed the friend next to us to acknowledge the…