At Arthur’s

I ventured out into last night’s incredibly cold air, but only to go to dinner at my friend Arthur’s, who lives a 20-minute walk from me (or, last night, a 5-minute Uber ride). He is an excellent cook, his warm apartment even has a fireplace, and, as you can see, he likes to collect beautiful things. It was wonderful to be there: a true escape from frigid New York — which includes my own insufficiently heated apartment, where I have to turn on the oven and leave its door open to warm the place up.