Stop Me, Before I Eat Again!
So, I'm in New York on business, meeting the librarians at my new-and-improved merged-law-firm employer. So far, everything has gone very well. I've learned a lot about how they do things, and I've explained a lot about how we do things. When there've been differences, we've listened to each other, and we're threading our way through to finding "Best Practices" (although none of us are business school wonks, so we don't call it that.)
But most of what I've done in New York is eat.
When I arrived at the office, the head librarian took me to a deli just around the corner, for lunch. Now, we don't have a decent deli in DC - not those places where you walk in, and the air smells like dill pickles, and waitresses serve up sandwiches that are so high, you *have* to split them into two open-face sandwiches. While I'm not a fan of more exotic deli fare (tongue, for example), I love a good corned beef sandwich. And I wasn't disappointed with this one. Or with the French fries that my colleague suggested that I order. Or with the cheesecake for dessert. (Note that each of these servings was enough to satisfy several small families...)
And then, last night, I met up with a former housemate. At an Italian restaurant, Becco. The Caesar salad was exactly the type that I love - lemony and parmesan-y, without a creamy dressing. And the veal chop was superb. And the mashed potatoes were brimming with flavor. And the asparagus snapped when I cut it.
When the waitress brought dessert menus, my friend looked at them and then looked at me. "You know," she said. "I don't think that I'd enjoy any of these $7 desserts seven times as much as I'd enjoy a sundae at McDonalds." And so we walked back to my hotel, finding a convenient Mac and Don's three uptown blocks away and concluded the day's feasting with caramel sundaes (with the slightly scary packets of "granulated peanuts" sprinkled on top.)
This morning, I've had a cup of black tea. No cream. No sugar. And I don't know that I'm going to eat a bite all day. (Yeah, yeah, I say that now...)
Mindy, off to the New York office!
But most of what I've done in New York is eat.
When I arrived at the office, the head librarian took me to a deli just around the corner, for lunch. Now, we don't have a decent deli in DC - not those places where you walk in, and the air smells like dill pickles, and waitresses serve up sandwiches that are so high, you *have* to split them into two open-face sandwiches. While I'm not a fan of more exotic deli fare (tongue, for example), I love a good corned beef sandwich. And I wasn't disappointed with this one. Or with the French fries that my colleague suggested that I order. Or with the cheesecake for dessert. (Note that each of these servings was enough to satisfy several small families...)
And then, last night, I met up with a former housemate. At an Italian restaurant, Becco. The Caesar salad was exactly the type that I love - lemony and parmesan-y, without a creamy dressing. And the veal chop was superb. And the mashed potatoes were brimming with flavor. And the asparagus snapped when I cut it.
When the waitress brought dessert menus, my friend looked at them and then looked at me. "You know," she said. "I don't think that I'd enjoy any of these $7 desserts seven times as much as I'd enjoy a sundae at McDonalds." And so we walked back to my hotel, finding a convenient Mac and Don's three uptown blocks away and concluded the day's feasting with caramel sundaes (with the slightly scary packets of "granulated peanuts" sprinkled on top.)
This morning, I've had a cup of black tea. No cream. No sugar. And I don't know that I'm going to eat a bite all day. (Yeah, yeah, I say that now...)
Mindy, off to the New York office!
I'm glad you're having fun. Enjoy the food because you'll be back in DC before you know it!
Oh, those deli sandwiches--my mouth waters just remembering them.
Reminds me of the only time I've been there, October '67; we were going to levitate the Pentagon ... but on with the point: A bunch of us Floridians were walking through Georgetown the afternoon before the Big Damn Demo, heading for a steering committee meeting of the Student Mobe, when we ran across a storefront labelled "delicatessen".
With hamhocks, black-eyed peas and collard greens on the menu inside. The Miamians in the group just boggled.