Rosy Glow

We are cold when we arrive at Front Porch, bundled in coats, scarves and hats against the wind. It's too chilly to repose on said porch, in a rocking chair, drink in hand. But venture inside the dark, crowded room with its tin ceiling and old-timey decor and you'll warm right up. Most especially if you order one of their delightful cocktails, like the rose sangria with guava puree. Sip it slowly, if you can, through the accompanying straw. Save a bit to put out the fire of the cute yet spicy corn-shaped cornbread that arrives before the meal. The food's okay but I sure could use another sangria to put the roses back in my cheeks.