After I derided al fresco sidewalk dining, I decided that I needed to try it because I am turning over a new leaf and not being AS judgmental (though, never fear, still judgmental, as no one would recognize me otherwise). My analysis in a word: dreadful. People standing around, some smoking and others simply standing around. Then comes the traffic. What is fascinating is that a truck doesn’t need the metal plate covering a street hole to make that insanely annoying “clank” sound. As in every one of life’s experiences, I have learned something new (whether or not useful is not the issues) about the nuances of street noise. But I lost my appetite. Grilled sardines and octopus, anyone?