Truthfully I'm surprised that post-call (read: work all day and night and the next morning, too) lunch has become a regular thing. Since I know how much he likes to sleep. But I think it's because he knows how much I love the little food adventures as much as the big ones, especially when we still have so much left to eat in this city before the year is up.
Wildwood Market, a little local food haven in the hipster-iest of neighborhoods, and I looked like the uncoolest with my gym shorts and sneaks. But it didn't matter in the grand scheme of things, because we were there for the food and the food we devoured. A fresh spring mix with corn, peppers, blackened chicken, lime pistachios and tangy blue cheese. A porchetta sandwich with sun dried tomato pesto and other tasty additions, split in half because lunch dates are a lot like donut dates, where splitting prevents overly full bellies and afternoon sleepies.
I love places like this. A simple, three-item menu, open windows, freshness everywhere.