Do you remember that scene in Victor Victoria where Julie Andrews goes into that fancy restaurant because she is so poor and so hungry she will do anything for a meal and she plants that cockroach on the plate at the end so that she can get a free meal?
Well, my day was nothing like that, but my pal Sue and I met in the West Village to catch up and discuss life as unemployed people on the East Coast. (We already had these conversations in Los Angeles!)
In LA we met in a Zen tea garden to figure out what to do, here we went to the famous cafe, Sant Ambroeus in the West Village. This place is cool and old and elegant and no place for discussing how to pay rent while having a coffee. (You go to McDonald's for that.) But one throws caution to the wind for a bit of ambiance and chat, I suppose.
It is such a beautiful place that you want to write your first novel there. We had coffee and a plate of assorted cookies at that little table in the corner. You know the one. Where Hemingway courted Gene Tierney and Fitzgerald caused a scene over the brand of vermouth.
As we always love to do, we had agenda items. And we cover 'em! I think I love us. Now to get employers and paramours to come around and feel the same way.
After our LONG visit over a plate of 10 biscuits, two coffees and a change in the lighting outside, we went to pay. (No cockroaches). They told us they lost our bill and it was on the house! Can you imagine that? Have you ever heard of such a thing? (If so, please tell me the name of the place so I can go there!) I took it as a good omen. They were so nice and we left a big tip and walked out into the quaint, too expensive for us to live there, street and felt sated and ready to face what comes.
All in all a wonderful afternoon.
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