Whenever I can tear her away from her hectic work, G.I. Jane and I try to meet for power lunches. Our recent obsession has been lunches at random diners (NYC is filled with them). Personally, I think it's the cold weather - what's better than hot soup and grilled cheese sandwiches when it's freezing out?
Our most recent lunch concluded with coffee at Johnny Rocket's, a fifties-style diner that reminded me of Mad Men. Nothing like five-cent jukeboxes and striped bendy-straws to inspire the ad execs from the days of yore. You heard me, Don Draper.
Midtown. On Canon Powershot.
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