As the plastic palm trees sway

     It was a gorgeous night under the palms at Tonic, the hip new-ish nightspot downtown.  The back alley terrace bar is the best in the city, as long as you evacuate by 11 pm, when the 20-somethings invade.  I sat on one of the bright orange cushioned banquettes, sipping a vodka soda with double lime, chatting with friends and, for a blissful hour or two, felt like I was on vacation. 
    Sigh. Now, back to my kitchen remodel reality and decision No. 279:  What do you think of this little hammered copper number for the bar?