God knows Mondays don't need any help in order to be a pain in the rear end, but on this particular Monday afternoon, my 401(k) is following the Dow down the drain, there are still four interminable, talking point-filled weeks till the election and I just forgot my debit card inside an ATM machine. Am I sitting in a dive bar, chasing my blues with whiskey, neat? In fact, I'm at Café Ventana, enjoying a few minutes of bliss -- however fleeting -- with a cup of strong black coffee and a plate of beignets.
This week I visit the new Central West End spot Café Ventana. Check back here tomorrow to see what I think.