Summer is quieter on Bedford Avenue; a lot of lucky souls are out in the Hamptons or Martha’s Vinyard, but for the rest of us a sunset over Manhattan is as good as it gets.  The hot weather is making everyone hungrier for cheese.  It’s about that time of year when a light dinner of cheese, bread, olives and wine replaces all of that hearty American cuisine (aside from the Barbeque of course).  Somehow eating cheese outdoors is nearly always a romantic act and I do wonder if this is something distinctly American to be saying…?  It could just be that the concept of artisinal cheese is still so fresh in our minds, sitting on a roof overlooking the Williamsburg Bridge feels like Paris in ‘68.  It may also be my choice cutlery, a classic Opinel pocket knife, that always makes me feel like I am roughing it, at least just a little.  Either way, I look forward to dinner tonight- on said roof, with a bottle of crisp, even metallic white wine and a hunk of the Twig Farm’s Goat tomme.  See, it does seem idyllic.