It is a rare moment when I get to eat lunch by myself, and am not in such a rush that I am shoveling in my food as fast as humanly (or inhumanly) possible before having to run back to the ORs. It is a nice half hour on my own. I like it.
Sunday, January 20, 2008
table for one
In the afternoon, during these weekend days that I manage to get out the house to do some writing, I've been developing a little ritual. After a couple of hours at Starbucks after which I can't look at my keyboard anymore because I'm tired and I have to pee and I'm GOING BLIND, I pack up my stuff and head on over to Rice, where I have a late lunch. I always have the same thing off their weekend brunch menu, which is the congee--very tasty with grilled shrimp and lots of garlic and scallions.