Soon after the beef stroganoff and chicken cutlets come to our table, the party in back of Red Tavern and the party in the front of Red Tavern begin arguing with each other across the room. It seems to be the kind of argument you have with your drinking buddies instead of an escalating brawl, but after a few volleys, all four men leap out of their chairs to take the discussion outside. While we finish our entrees and polish off a round of sour-cherry dumplings for dessert, our waiter, all dark eyebrows and grave solicitousness, brings out their entrees and quietly sets them on the men's tables. The men are still outside, smoking as intently as they are debating, when we leave... More >>>