Illustrations by Max Guther
The Bar Is Closed
A short drive from my home in North Carolina is a small Mexican restaurant, with several tables and four stools at a bar facing the kitchen. On a sweltering afternoon last summer, I walked in with my wife and daughter. The place was empty. But looking closer, I realized that business was booming. The bar was covered with to-go food: nine large brown bags.
As we ate our meal, I watched half a dozen people enter the restaurant without sitting down to eat.