In the last few days Bing and I have had a chance to spend some time alone together. He is a man after my own heart, he likes to stay local, to have a spot to go to, to be a “regular”. When we lived in North Hollywood he would get excited as we drove by Panera and tell me “That’s where we hang out.” It’s taken us a few months, but he has grown to enjoy Porto’s, albeit not as cozy a place to hang out, but we can sit at a small table along Magnolia, play I spy or name passing cars and have a potato ball or chocolate croissant (Bing’s favorite).