I’ve been getting lunch at this place with parents since I was a kid. There’s nothing particularly special about the food, it’s just something we do together and have done for years, mostly because of a fixation I had with trains (and still sort of do.) We haven’t been there in a while but seeing this reminded me of being there on a late October day two years ago, of running a few blocks to some Park Ave corner, of the anticipation that comes with doing something that feels furtive and out of character but really isn’t, of being a stranger with another stranger in a sea of people and it being just fine.
So thanks for bringing back a nice memory, Scouting NY. I’ll keep reading.