a day in the life with mike.

My very good friend Mike D came into town last month for a three week holiday.  Whenever he visits, my meat and whiskey intake increases dramatically, as does the number of times I find myself bursting into loud, rollicking laughter.  Last week, on the tail end of his vacation, we met up with our friend Fred for breakfast at M. Wells, a recently opened restaurant inside an old diner car in Long Island City.  The food was spectacular, as was the company.  Afterwards, Mike and I headed into the city to catch a matinee showing of The American (erm, not so good), and then went down to Savoy in Soho, to check out their lunch-only burger.  Sweet jesus, I haven’t had a burger that good in ages.  Definitely in my top five NYC burgers.  We also shared a great plate of creamy burrata with wee, sweet cherry tomatoes that, on the Friday before Labor Day, was a perfect end to the summer.

Mike’s back in Seattle now, finishing up his last year of nursing school.  Then, hopefully, he’ll be back in NYC for good.  We’re keeping our fingers crossed.  Meat consumption here in the city just isn’t the same without him.  Laughter too.