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Tryst, Indeed

Posted by Tim Carman on May. 2, 2006 at 12:43 pm

When I unwrapped my silverware at Tryst in Adams Morgan yesterday, I found the following message on the napkin:

I turned toward the barkeep, showed her the napkin, and said, “Now, this is what I call service.”

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Comments

  1. Jonathan R. Rees May 2nd, 2006
    1:23 pm
    #1

    But Tim, was it meant for you or did you get hit by a flying kiss intended for someone else?

  2. Tim Carman May 2nd, 2006
    3:01 pm
    #2

    That's very likely. But geez, Jonathan, can't you let a guy have a nice, harmless fantasy without splashing the cold water of reality on it?

  3. Anonymous May 2nd, 2006
    3:28 pm
    #3

    I rolled up that cutlery myself and made sure it went to you. If you figure out who I am, I'll give you something much better than silverware to unwrap.

  4. Tim Carman May 2nd, 2006
    3:47 pm
    #4

    Leave it to my fiancee to bail me out. She's the best dish in my life.

  5. Jonathan R. Rees May 2nd, 2006
    11:01 pm
    #5

    Sorry Tim, I was hoping that kiss was meant for me.

  6. Miss Scarlet May 3rd, 2006
    9:16 am
    #6

    I need to go to Tryst more.

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