“Do ya want a pain aux raisins?
My girlfriend just arrived from a gig with a bunch of ‘em,” the bartender adds.
“Oh man,” says a long-day-in-NYC me, “thanks, but no, I just had dinner…”
The disappointment hangs unusually heavy. Especially with the bartender's girl friend in the side seat restricted for bar staff's lovers, with whom this has started.
I had been identified as a likely taker of said iconic spiral pastry.
A compliment, as well I know.
But a pain aux raisins at… going on 8 in the evening …?
The photograph by Kenneth Mills
I'm catching up to posts that came through while I was on my Substack sabbatical. This is a great photograph! Wistfully classic.
Love the photo, but disheartened by the story. Take the pastry, every time!