Let's Ride!

According to the zodiac, it's the year of the horse, so I check out the newish Secretariat of Chicago Chinese restaurants

I have long been fascinated by the idea that the French serve orange juice at the end of a party as a means of telling their guests, “I need to smoke some Gauloises and watch some Godard on Netflix, so GTFO.”

Maybe this is lore. I don’t know. I’ve never been cool enough to revel in the home of a Parisian.