A "goodbye for now" lunch.

Like I mentioned earlier this week, LP and her 'stache obsession were in town for the long weekend. A few of us gathered for lunch before her return flight to her life new journalist-of-the-skies career in Texas. Fitting that we were at 88 Orchard, a ridiculously cute cafe in the Lower East Side that happens to be managed by my roommate (and LP's former).

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Willard threw down the curry chicken salad; LP and I each stuck with french toast and bacon. The smell of J's Reuben was downright envious. All around good food and company. Sharky, you run a great corner spot.


It was wonderful to have LP around for a few days, and for the same amount of time it was like she never left. But then there we were standing on Delancey, which might be the city's worst location to try and grab a cab. Waiting, waiting, waiting.