Last night I dreamed I stopped overnight at a hotel in the big city with some traveling companions. The weather being bad we didn’t want to venture out so we decided to entertain ourselves exclusively within the hotel during our short stay. There was a night club there vaguely like one I had just seen in a movie and a magic store and of course a restaurant.

It was a restaurant within a garden, with tables set between beds of flowers and herbs. Due to the mystery of dreams it was inexplicably sunny as well as being in the basement of a hotel. Fragrant roses and climbing vines divided the area into “rooms” and there was a wide border around the whole place with banks of rosemary, thyme and oregano, as well as iris and other flowers. Beyond the border a stone wall encircled everything.

I woke up wishing I could go to a restaurant like that. The closest I can think of is one at an herb farm, which is not actually al fresco even though you can appreciate the garden through the windows.