Following on the joyous success of having an in-house
yoga lesson and lunch with my instructor (16 days ago, so past the
incubation period as currently understood), I had brunch yesterday with a
friend.
We used to do this with some regularity, and then covid19. In the
past month or so, we’d cautiously discussed where we might have our Saturday/Sunday
breakfast, but we weren’t ready to eat indoors, and the places I’ve seen with
outdoor dining are heavily deuces, which means we’d essentially be talking straight
into each other’s faces.
Then I remembered Café
Montmartre, a French-Viet bistro at Lake Anne. Lake Anne Center is the
oldest in the People’s Republic and it’s one of two that’s allowed to have
restaurants that aren’t part of chains. Café M’s food is wonderful and
its outside dining space has always been larger than its inside, so I knew we’d
be okay. And we were.
For two wonderful hours, we ate pain perdu, eggs Benedict, flan
and tarte aux fruits, and we talked and laughed and talked and laughed some more. I
realized this was the first restaurant meal I’ve had since February (when I was
at RSAC), and I’d missed it and my friend so much.
I know that the old “normal” is not coming back. But whatever new
normal emerges just has to include meals with friends at family-run eateries with
the entertainment of families passing by on a weekend morning. (It better include hugs, at some point, too.) I am so grateful
that I got to have that once again.
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