Do you know how to mend a broken heart?
Start with a dark restaurant. Order a bottle of wine. I suggest a crisp, lightly fruity pinot grigio for simplicity sake.
Take a sip.
Order a duck flatbread where the duck melts on your tongue before you can say, “Tell me everything.”
Talk.
Order the brie croquettes, which the cute waitress who might also have a broken heart will say: “It’s like a grown up mozzarella stick.” And she will be right.
Listen.
Pretend you won’t order dessert.
Talk even more and then make the crucial decision of ordering the strawberry shortcake like the one seen above. She will need the delicate sweetness on her tongue to take home with her.
Pay the bill. The numbers there don’t matter in light of the situation.
Listen more.
At the end of the night touch her arm so she knows the night could be repeated if necessary or even just because.
I did this tonight with a girlfriend of mine at Twisted Vines (@twistedVines) on Columbia Pike in South Arlington. I can’t say she left mended but we tried and we’ll keep trying till we get there.
