I’m ushered to the dining area by his huge window view out onto New York and deposited by the table. Being high up has its advantages, and I always loved sitting here. He pushes me aside with a strong hand on my waist to get me out of his way with a smirk and heads to the unit by the window, which houses all the mats and cutlery for this table. He has a pretty formal set of linens and things for those nights he likes to cook for his friends, and setting the table is unnecessary for us to ...