With a Bar Cart. Is it possible?
The minute I laid eyes on that sleek, well built piece of steel, I knew we’d have a lasting and satisfying relationship. It was love at first sight. I slowly took him in from the top shelves that jutted out like well developed pecs
to his tight bottom drawer that held beer, wine, orange juice, milk and a bag of ice to keep it all well chilled.
He was the perfect bar cart for a demanding stew that desired more than just a set of drawers on wheels.
He was a dream come true and I swore we would never part.
