Mama’s Food Shop is an East Village, hipster incarnation of a meat-and-three, complete with screen door and formica tables. And it is delicious.
We ended up there because it was closer than our original destination, and I wanted everything. I chose hastily, but with no regrets.
And, without consultation, he chose what I wanted next-most.
“I don’t love you just because you ordered everything else I really wanted,’ and I helped myself to a few bites off his plate.
He finished telling me why he’d been having a bad day.
“I know. It’s hard,” I told him, “because not everyone can be as perfect as you want them to be. Not everyone can be as perfect as we are.”
I don’t just love him because he ordered the butternut squash and the roasted brussel sprouts. I love him because he knows I’m not joking.
p.s. everyone in the world has leftovers from this place but me, and he doesn't judge.