Yesterday, eating at the sidewalk cafe portion of Florent, Christo and Jeanne-Claude. Eating a pair of salads, drinking wine, everyone else on the sidewalk completely oblivious to her shocking red hair.
Last Saturday, Mario Batali, in his typical uniform, walking down Waverly Place, all by his lonesome, towards Babbo. I gave him the head-fake, like "hey, what's up," but alas, he did not reciprocate.
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