Revolution Woodfire Grll

She disapproves of almost everything. Especially fun. 
 
Her name is Purgatory, and somehow she has been sentenced to spend her days on the porch across the alley from one of Lambertville’s liveliest little corners. From there, she watches Revolution Woodfire Grill serve wood-fired food and craft cocktails while people gather beneath the lights and trees of the outdoor dining garden.

Glasses clink. People laugh. Dinner stretches into the evening. And Purgatory? She stands there clutching her chains, unable to join them and unable to escape. 
 
Apparently, this is her punishment. Everyone else gets dinner and drinks. Purgatory gets a front-row seat.