Something, somehow reminded me of the CoHo... the sporadic evenings spent there... the quaint lacquer tables... the din of the absolutely packed crowds drowned out by the absolutely brilliant jazz... and the exasperatingly loooong unending queues that led to the little pieces of heaven called nutella crepes. :)
I miss those nights. I miss you all.
And thank you Rui, I will be forever indebted to you for introducing me to nutella crepes.
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