Mussel Bar is sort of lost on me, as I don’t do mollusks. The people who got mussels enjoyed them, though. I got onion soup, which was a bit too salty, and tuna tartare. The conversation was good and that’s more the point of these things.
I was luckier with metro going home. They were still single tracking, but I got to Ballston Station just a couple of minutes before my train.
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