Virginia Lloyd


Tall tales at the Union Square Cafe

Blog, Memoir

How remiss of me not to write about catching up recently with my former colleague and good friend Annette, who was passing through New York en route to a pro bono law conference. Given that dinner was on the company credit card, I was a little more expansive in my choice of venue than I would have been had I been footing half of the bill myself. I boldly made a reservation at the Union Square Cafe, a Manhattan institution for more than twenty years.

We chewed the fat – actually, I had gnocchi followed by the sea bass special – and discussed past, present, and future plans. Annette was so excited to be back in the city, I realised suddenly how much of a local I felt.

Having decided we hadn’t eaten quite enough, we met up for breakfast a few days later at Balthazar, another culinary institution, this time further downtown at the corner of Spring and Crosby. Very French, very busy, very SoHo. Having a friend in town is a perfect excuse to go there – if I needed an excuse, that is.

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