We were sitting at the old soda fountain counter at the newish cafe in downtown Fallbrook, which is actually a small town, but everything is relative, I suppose. We were there, my daughter and I, because the café is where we go to escape other things — too much noise or not enough, the ennui of college homework, boorish thugs, the like.
We were also there because it’s entertaining, hanging out with the fellows who gather to shoot the breeze with the owner, Michael.
Michael is from Brooklyn. And Italian. One of my favorite combinations.