My friend Carrie and I had lunch at Mayrose today. It’s a diner-with-a-twist in the Flatiron District. I always want it to be better than it is. In my memories it’s this yummy place, but then I go there and am almost always disappointed. The meatloaf was so-so, as were the mashed potatoes, and the "mushroom" gravy was gluey. Sigh.
That’s okay. Lunches like this aren’t about the food (as uber-agent Joni Evans once said, "I can always find something to eat."). Carrie and I had a great time and caught up on life, love, and work.