Truth be told, the sandwich was not earth shaking, as expected. Much ado about the chicken parm on the internets. The floor beneath us was calm, although the wallpaper danced, now, didn’t it?
Parm is small and cozy and feels old. And not as affectations.
These three hombres – can you name them (Roger Maris, Yogi Berra, Mickey Mantle)? I could not but when told, had an apt joke, the one about the talking dog, “Whatsa matter, I shoulda said, Mickie Mantle?”
Would I/we go back? Yes, said the fine, fine bf. Vegetable sides are mighty fine – Brussel sprouts, giardiniera, unusual cucumber salad – and I did not struggle to put away the chicken parm. Easy to picture a case of, “Nobody goes there anymore. It’s too crowded.”
The Lunch Encounter 