Best Place to Publicly Feud With a Significant Other - 2001
Mary's Fish Camp
Unlikely Suitor and I got into a tiff last night. He can be such a ninny. I love Unlikely. I loathe Unlikely. Consider this: We were on the corner of Charles and West 4th drinking Guinness and waiting with 12 strangers for a table at MARY'S FISH CAMP, one of the latest prevailing standards for sought-after-ness (arrive early, lines are out the door), when Unlikely threw a tantrum. I forbid you to order the mixed baby greens with sweet gorgonzola, then eat my entire lobster roll, he hissed. I commanded him to shut up and chew another Nicorette. He told me I looked like a Bollywood Ralph Macchio. Anathema here, there, and everywhere. A public unraveling at the crossroads of the West Village: across the street from Sevilla, down the road from Magnolia Bakery and Corner Bistro, en route to the meatpacking district. Thank heavens Moomba has closed. Stay tuned for further entanglements.