Proclaiming the Evening: A 22‑Minute Quest for the Unexpected

Last Saturday, I left the West Termination at 11 pm, armed with a map, a notebook, and a craving for something that hadn’t been on my radar before. By 11:30, I had already found a speakeasy that served a smoked‑tuna tartare with a citrus twist that was so keen it made my tongue sing.