Would you be mine, could you be mine?
I would not win the ASCAP Adventurous Programming Award for eating. I tend to like what I like and stick with it, the result being that I go to the same four or five restaurants all the time.
Two of my favorites are Pomodoro and Covo, and my friend Joe has come to both with me. At Pomodoro, they make fun of me for asking for more Parmesan after I’ve eaten down to the portion of the rigatoni that’s not under a cheese blanket, and at Covo, they know I’ll order one of three things every time and that I’ll want to sit outside no matter how cold it is. One night, Joe and I went to another restaurant down the road from my apartment called Largo for drinks. "Do they know you here, too?" he asked. "No!" I snapped, "I’m at the deli next door every day and they’re owned by the same people, but I’ve actually only been here two or three times." So we get our drinks, drink them and two more, and soon enough the bartendress is vacuuming and closing out the register. We’re the only people left and we’re wondering why they haven’t asked us to pay. "Hi there - can we pay?" I ask. "Oh…well, that guy over there is my manager, and he says you’re next door all the time, so the drinks are on him." Of course Joe looks at me incredulously and says, you get free drinks at the place you’ve "only been a few times"?
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