Sunday, November 1, 2009

So Close, Yet So Far Away

I got home too late to do a full blog entry, so this is all you get today.
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After living three months in a posh place on the Upper East Side -- the kind of place where little old ladies have puffy white hair and even puffier little white dogs -- I lived here for two months before heading off to New Haven for our three-week federal trial.

My firm transferred me, so I would be closer to our Midtown office as trial prep got more intense. I worked around the clock and would often stumble home at 3 a.m. or even later. Sometimes my doorman said, "Good morning" to me twice in the span of just a few hours.

All the while, across the street was one of the best seafood restaurants in the world. I saw it every single day. In the morning when I went to work. In the wee hours of the morning when I came home from work.

And I never once ate there.

But we finally remedied this...five years later.

Next post. Promise.

7 comments:

  1. You get a picture with this chef and I will die.

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  2. 5 years later? a dream deferred is a dream denied. but i dunno if that applies to seafood. i'm guessing nah.

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  3. New Haven! My old stomping ground. And you didn't even get held up at gunpoint while you were there!

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