We took a walk
We parked a ways from the deli and sauntered around in the dry, relatively warm day. I strolled DH through a neighborhood where I used to live and bored him rather silly with tales of events that had occurred here and there. Like the restaurant where I first found out that for some people, me included, drinking schnapps and eating pickled herring at the same time results in disastrously low blood pressure. The only time I have ever passed out in a restaurant.
These doors belong to a middle eastern restaurant where we have been a couple of times, and each time, they have forgotten my order and left me without food. Everyone else got served, and there I sat with nothing. Once could have been an honest mistake. Twice? They don't need my business. But the doors are cool.
This neighborhood is upscaling considerably from the time I lived here. There are a hundred little boutiques where once there were scruffy bars. run down old houses have been converted to chichi salons, and the shoe repair shop with the resident cat that used to sleep in the window, is now a trendy coffee bar. This used to be slums, but now it's where successful lawyers bring their husbands to dine. And yet, these bits and pieces of the old days still show up here and there.
Yeah, doesn't take much to please me. And it doesn't take much to amuse me, either.
Oh, lunch at the deli was delicious! I have fallen in love with their matzo-ball soup. It tastes like comfort.