I wonder if he's headed for the fifth floor cafe; there, he'll find grilled chicken over fattoush or a plate of salmon, kale, and quinoa. I want to chase after him and persuade him to stick around, to convince him that what he's looking for is a shot glass of a mesmerizing caramelized carrot soup, and a textbook-perfect tomato and basil tart. I want to tell ... read more...