The Sprig
November 3, 2020
You didn’t need a reservation for Wren, but you would in three days. The waiter set Charlie’s grilled oysters down between the critic and a pale American ale from Fifth Hammer in Queens. With the window glass removed, May breezes ruffled the hibiscus centerpiece. The foodies had sniffed out Mark Wren like a truffle, and … More The Sprig
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