Lunch with my daughters

I had the pleasure of a splendid lunch with my daughters at the Glass Garden, a hidden gem of a Chinese restaurant tucked behind Tate Modern, where clay pot dishes arrive at the table like little cauldrons of joy. A Chinese friend introduced me to the place a few weeks ago, and ever since, it’s become my unofficial mission to take my girls there whenever I stumble upon something delicious, delightful, or vaguely life-enhancing.
Of course, coordinating three busy social calendars is not unlike trying to align the planets. But today, miraculously, the stars behaved, and we managed it. As always, the food was excellent, and the company better—we laughed over everything and nothing, the way only we can.