Some of the cast and crew went out to dinner and they invited me, which is pretty cool when you consider that I am little more than a glorified extra on this movie. Inviting weary travelers to dinner seems to be a real thing around here.
We went to Zabotinski, a Spanish restaurant a few blocks from my hotel. I could walk to it in five minutes and I never even knew that street existed. I am starting to realize how little I know the neighborhood, let alone the rest of the city.
The food was good, but this was the kind of place that thrives on its ambience. It was alive, and I think people go there more to feel good than to eat. And to drink.
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