Personal Yummy #109
I’m at the counter at Schaller & Weber in Yorkville—in the midst of many others—patiently waiting to order some potato salad to take to my friend Sally’s Fourth of July gathering.
A man cuts his way through the crowd of people to talk to the young woman standing beside me.
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We met one perfect almost-spring evening at Rosebud, a dance hall in the Strip District. He asked me to salsa. “You must have been Latin in a previous life!” he said after about two minutes, his genuine face beaming. “Why haven’t I seen you here before?” And he led me into an underarm turn.
“Believe me,” I replied, as I spun around twice, “I would’ve been here if I could’ve, but I just turned twenty-one a few days ago!”
Ah, that evening of fate. It was such an effortless beginning, and it’s been so effortless ever since.
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She is visiting me in Cambridge—Cambridge, Mass., that is.
I am so happy to see her.
She is enjoying an intense African coffee in an exotic copper container with a very long handle.
I am enjoying a mint coffee topped with an abundant, generous amount of whipped cream.
She orders a spinach turnover with couscous and a delicious side salad.
I order a lamb kebab with rice and a delicious side salad.
We eat, and sip, and laugh, and discuss Open to Desire and Mark Epstein.
Café Algiers on Brattle Street in Harvard Square, and your best Pittsburgh friend…
How delightful.
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