I read the most amazing article this week on what it’s like to be a regular at a NYC dining establishment. This piece brought me to tears–not only because it’s well written but because Colin and I are regulars at a very special restaurant in our neighborhood.
This restaurant happens to be the place we had our first date almost five years ago. He was standing outside the restaurant, leaning against the blue mailbox, wearing dorky running sneakers with jeans. We both got burgers, I asked if I could have his pickle.
And since then it’s become the place we go to celebrate anniversaries, new jobs, the beginning of summer (“let’s sit outside!”) and almost every other special occasion.
It’s a great restaurant. Their burger is amazing. The kale salad is delish. The mussels in coconut curry with chunks of bread, cilantro and red chilies nestled inside hit the spot every time. But it’s not even about the food.
Wait–I take that back. It’s always about the food. But it’s also about the memories. Because one without the other just doesn’t cut it.
Hope you enjoy the article too. ‘Til next week.