“I think we’re early,” Paula whispered as we walked into Smith & Wollensky last week. Nobody was around. Nobody. No hostess to greet us, no bar tender tending bar, no customers at the empty tables. “Are they open?” Dean asked. “Well, the doors were open.” Susie said. Still, there we were, all alone in the restaurant. We stood awkwardly for several minutes. Dean began whistling the theme from “Twilight Zone.” “We’re early,” I said with conviction. They all looked at me like, “No duh!” The other times we’ve come for wine week, we were part of a mob. I was having a hard time reconciling the deserted restaurant with the frenzy of wine week. We go every year in March to celebrate Paula & Dean’s anniversary. During wine week they pour 10 wines for $20. It used to be $10 for 10 wines, but last year they doubled the price — someone in my wine… Read More »