"Sitting out on the patio under string lights at Red Cow feels like going to a country barn wedding where steak frites are on the menu, without someone’s drunk uncle giving a self-deprecating toast nobody asked for about how love isn’t real, the end is nigh, and the only person who understands his inner turmoil is Marcel the MC. Also, Red Cow has blankets available if it gets chilly out." - Aimee Rizzo