Do you remember the small things that used to make a restaurant sing? After nearly a year of pandemic living, I’m starting to forget them. Those little details, sensations, and elements that make a dining experience memorable, beyond the food. So, I tried to commit them to memory in a similarly small — yet poetic — way: haikus. The following are 17-syllable odes to what I remember dining in New York to be like. Maybe you’ll start remembering, too.