I have lunch with my friend Josh once or twice a year. It’s always good food and better conversation. I’m not sure if Josh knows how much I enjoy these lunches.
He works in print, which is under heavier economic assault than TV. Truth is, we both get the opportunity to kvetch to a sympathetic ear.
We ate sushi at a new restaurant on Chapel Street, not far from his office–across the way from the Green. The food was excellent, especially my spicy salmon roll (which is still emblazoned on my taste buds).
On a beautiful summer’s day the city was teeming with people. Working nights, it’s a scene I don’t often get to see. The city looks better when it’s busy.
I always tell Josh we don’t do this often enough. We don’t.