At the Cafe La Mie by Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec

The Menu

The Barkeep hands him the menu, her expression neutral. “First time here?” The Patron shakes his head. “I’ve been here before. Pretty sure you were here too.”

“I probably was.” She nods, more polite than curious. “But take a look anyway.” He smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

The Patron aims to make more of an impression this time. “Whiskey, Japanese. Miyagikyo.” She raises an eyebrow, taking his measure. “We’re out of that one. I’m surprised it’s still on there.”

“Then I’ll have a cocktail,” he says, “something to sip on, preferably whiskey. Surprise me. I’m here to read while I wait for a friend.” The Barkeep stares him down, looking for a clue. She notices