the scent of salt-kissed air clinging to linen
Be renewed by its radiant landscape of bright juicy citrus
wild gathering places that have comforted the weary and adventurous for centuries
supple and bursting with juice
The memory of a classic locket shape
Bistro Waters NEW the scent of salt-kissed airIts electric: yelling orders, laughter, oft shitty music your lame boss makes you listen to on repeat, crazy line cooks, drinking, first dates, possibilities, old friends. The world outside is cut off by the bistros walls. Inside, we escape or go inwards to experience the scene, the aroma, the food. This is a snapshot of a 90s 00s NY Bistro when tourists ordered peartinis, veggies got fancy, & people wore fresh aquatic fumes. Only Available to Ship to