All these are things I rarely do:
- Have a big lunch at a nice restaurant.
- See a matinee.
- And meet up with my good friend Leslie.
The first is obvious. I like to eat little throughout the day and big at night. I know this is the least healthy option, but I don't care. Dinner (with a good book or better, good friends) is something I look forward to.
I rarely go to matinees, but there is something appealing about them. First, I am more likely to stay through the second act — getting home late is not an impediment. And second, it's a better way to spend the afternoon than watching Judge Judy and doing stuff on my computer.
As for Leslie .... she is one of my closest friends yet I see her infrequently. Our schedules don't align as much as we'd like.
I get to the restaurant a few minutes early. It's empty. It starts to slowly fill but given the outstanding quality of the food, and the very reasonable pre-prix lunch option ($19 for soup or salad and entree), it should be packed.
Leslie and I both order the cold potato and sunchoke soup (whose name does not give justice to the exceptional tastes embodied in it) and the crispy chicken sandwich (that, too, is far better than its name implies).
While most of the other diners are appropriately mannered, the flannel-shirted young girl near us has her sneakered leg on the dining chair, and is texting as her grandparents converse.
After lunch, Leslie and I head over to Lincoln Center.
I have a low bar for theater, movies, books. It doesn't have to be that good — just please don't bore me. And the play doesn't. It's entertaining (more so the first act than the second) and well-acted (the cast includes Marisa Tomei).
But in the end, neither Leslie nor I are entirely sure what the play is about. Plus, any story (other than a children's fairy tale) where a person literally becomes a bird loses major points with me.
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