Remember cocktail pitchers? Big jugs of nonsense, each one a commitment to a noble cause: to live, to laugh, and to love. In all their fizzy reckoning comes the promise of something silly and, last time I checked, silliness is what life is all about. The moment any one of us pauses to deliberate the state of the world, everything seems to crumble. So off we went to Cubana, entirely by mistake, an old-time Latin bar at the foot of the Cut in Waterloo, a strange and transitory part of town less cool, not chic, but fun.
