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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I order a glass of red from Montenegro, a red I have never tried before, and, surprisingly, he does the same.
He’s more adventurous than I thought.
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The overwhelming smell of fries, burgers, pasta, wings, steak, and ribs taunts me, and my stomach growls—earnestly—hoping tonight will be like some other nights, when Tommy or Mary Ellen pushes a dish toward me, saying, “You want this Reuben? The customer decided he didn’t want it after I had already started making it” or “I misread the slip and put the wrong kind of sauce on this pasta. You want to take care of it for me?”
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It was my favorite place to have a glass of red wine in the city.
Cabernet, Malbec, or Merlot…
On a white-and-red–checkered tablecloth.
With a little clay bowl of black and green olives dressed in oil and red pepper flakes, of course.
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