Ellen Ball

“At the time, there was a little Cuban place on the corner of First and First just a few blocks from the walk-up where I lived. They accepted no reservations, crowded you around little Formica-topped tables, and buried every entrée under a pile of rice and beans. But shortly after 11:00, they’d start pushing tables aside, a salsa band would assemble near the bar, and everyone in the place would get off their keisters and dance, whether they knew how to salsa or not. Now, that was a night out!”
― Amor Towles, Table for Two