I was trying a new-to-me cocktail at
The Oak Table, a Lumberjack (a maple-y, Canadianesque alternative to my usual Old Fashioned), when I spied this fetching young woman crossing Gervais Street (the bar at The Oak Table has a fabulous view of the corner of Main and Gervais, it seems).
The tippling crowd urged me to scurry to the street and photograph her. So I did. I loved the way she'd assembled it all--and no doubt, startled her by accosting her on the sidewalk to say so. She was very gracious and told me her name. I heard it as "Chapman."
"With a 't'," she corrected me, then turned to show me one of her earrings.
Delightful! I do hope Chatman enjoyed the rest of her evening as much as I did, for I returned to my seat with the excellent view. May I recommend a Lumberjack, followed by a deconstructed S'more? It's all the fun of camping without having to remove twigs from your hair.
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