You know you have found a good restaurant when at the lunch seating, the bar is full of all three. The old retired guy in his Loro Piana sweater, sipping a neat scotch, and ordering the same thing he did yesterday. The younger gentleman doing the same, with aspirations to look sophisticated more likely than to do anything great. The Pratt student sipping Borolo and dissecting her salad as though it were also a design project. There is something about both regulars and eccentrics, and most ideally a combination of the two, that seem to speak to greatness.
something I ate for lunch once...somewhere I don't remember...
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