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| Lunch with my bud at Junior's Diner in Brooklyn |
Turkey Reuben on Rye for me with lots of mustard and sauce on the side. Of course the complimentary condiments of coleslaw, pickled beets and pickles, side of fries. My bud got the Grilled Cheese which looked extra fluffy.
The great thing about a real diner, is that it promotes lively conversation, as does a good bud. Somehow this hectic atmosphere invigorates and lends itself to the movie-like experience I crave about New York. Plus actual conversation facing a live person cannot be beat. I don't know how many times a text response has been misinterpreted lately but climbing out of the misunderstood hole is harder than you'd think. Pick up the phone and talk in person you might scream. It sounds so easy! But like many millennials, I've developed a phobia-like fear of phoning. Being able to form sentences on the spot that are consistent with the normalities of society, is more than I am capable of. I can't talk right, in other words, unless I can see your mouth and your expressions. Face Time? No thanks, that's some hoo-doo witchery to me.
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