Belle Époque
One's a recovering alcoholic who still drinks wine "responsibly" and dreams of starting her own late-night breakfast joint to capitalize on college students' midnight munchies. The other's a Cleveland transplant who "just wanted to move" and now dreams of nothing because the cost of living, and particularly the cost of housing, is considerably more onerous here than it is in the rust belt.
Those are real bios gleaned from four hours of downtown restaurant-hopping on a perfectly delightful weeke