This Friday began, at 4pm, as most of my Fridays in NYC do: no plans. But something always comes up. I ended up grabbing happy hour with coworkers in the neighborhood, followed by a round of hand rolls at Kazu Nori. Then I found out that I had some friends in the East Village watching March Madness, so naturally I left dinner number 1 to go to dinner number 2. And then I found out that my parents were coming in to town to meet some distant cousins I’ve never met for dinner uptown. So dinner number 2 quickly became dinner number 3. And I got to meet my lovely new cousins I didn’t know existed until tonight.
Which is all to say, this is the only city you can start a night with zero dinners and end with three.
I love New York City.
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