Just a couple of chicks clucking in the henhouse, me and A. on the Upper West Side, a Bronx-Brooklyn compromise, hot coffee and eggs, A. had the porridge. What do you think the porridge is like? she asked. Like oatmeal I said. The disdain! But our waiter said it was one of my favorites (likely story) so that’s what A. ordered, supplemented with the rice pudding parfait and a large hot chocolate. Go big or go home.
January 28, 2012
Frittata with salad and bread
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February 28, 2010
We didn’t even really talk about it, our feet just took us straight toward the restaurant where we ate and ate and talked and talked and ate and talked. The place was louder than it is when we go on Fridays, which is usually when we go. At one point I couldn’t hold it in any longer and grabbed S. by the arms. It makes me so happy to see you!
November 14, 2008
Shocked out of Google Docs by D.‘s call that she could make it by noon after all, I scrambled onto the train and made it the three stops to the restaurant five minutes late and there she was, sitting prettily just inside the door, loaded down with her goods from the day so far–This is one thing I don’t miss about New York, she said, pointing at the bags that were not casually tossed in the back of her car. I ordered the frittata and D. had the caesar salad and our waitress asked if we wanted bread and then brought us a basket of it with a hard herbed butter in a little dish and I wolfed everything down while we compared stories of our mornings, our days, our last months, and what’s to come. Then we left and stopped by the bank and the knitting store and came back to our block, and it was almost like being neighbors again but not quite, since she’s leaving tomorrow.
