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BESIDE A BAKERS KITCHEN | On a chilly spring night and with a glass of fine prosecco eight of us gathered round a heavy hand-hewed wood table nestled in an underground ancient wine cellar. Adjacent to an old-school bread baking kitchen in full action the air was pungent with the smell of rising dough and bakers dozen. Feeling comfy and warm we settled into an eve of banter and laugher every now and again engaging our server to enable the feast that unfolded before us. After much delight we put on our heavy jackets and continued the convo journeying to a small, sophisticated cigar lounge in the village to sip fine whiskey and partake in a few good tobacco's. The delight and dialogue went well into the night.