Knuckle & Claw
3.29.2016
Location:
Silver Lake, Los Angeles
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I nonchalantly place my boxy, old rose colored purse to my left, as I sit on the wooden bench in the back patio. Across from the table is a large, white washed, vintage sign of a deep red lobster lying across the center, as if to say 'Come hither' to seduce you. The words "Live Local" and "Martha's Vineyard" hug the crustacean illustration from top to bottom in black capitalized letters. Charming, I thought. The sign easily pops out on a sea of rust colored concrete wall.
The patio is quite small. Only six circular metal tables painted in white are lined up across the cozy space. A wooden lattice wall, with vines intertwining all throughout, is cleverly built as an extension of the long enveloping bench to save space in dividing the outdoor dining area and parking lot. Only one table, the farthest from my right, is occupied apart from mine. Yes, this place always makes me feel good about coming here. Almost therapeutic, I would say.
A few moments later and I hear the glass door creak open from the left. I tilt my head to the side and make immediate, unintentional eye contact with those piercing ocean blue eyes. But before I could even drown in them, my gaze quickly shifts onto the stainless steel serving tray he's carrying. The one I've been eagerly waiting for - my precious lobster rolls.
