One evening. One restaurant. One family from Iran that never meant to open a restaurant. One magic table around which a dying Bolivian revolutionary gathers with his family. One Puerto Rican waitress who’s always changing the radio station. One Mexican busboy who’s weak at the heart. One Persian waitress who’s lost in a dream. One giant rice pot and one set of flying shishes. One corrido and one tango. One oud, one zarb, one daf, and one guitar. One cup of tea. One big world in one small storefront. Welcome to Saffron.