Since Hugh and I are working semi-near each other right now (I’m in Dupont, he’s in Chinatown), yesterday we decided to break the Monday blues up with a lunchtime rendezvous at Au Bon Pain, aka ABP. I had to walk a mile to get there, but it was well worth it. I haven’t had a good ABP lunch since surviving solely on their chocolate croissants, hazelnut coffee and chef salads in college. Those were the days — when it didn’t matter that ABP is actually quite expensive, because we paid with our meal plan. Sigh.
I had a turkey club and Hugh had a turkey melt and the second half of my turkey club; and we both paused mid-meal and wondered what we were thinking … had we not just eaten turkey for the last week? Clearly it didn’t matter — ABP = delicious.
This guy was secretly betting on how long it took me to pull out my camera.
I think it was seven minutes. So sue me.
This guy probably also doesn’t want me to elaborate on how nostalgic it was to meet him for lunch at ABP. I believe it was our second “date” that we first met up for lunch at ABP on campus in between classes and work. And of course we paid for ourselves using our meal plan. So romantic.
I guess we’ve grown up since then — he picked up the check and we couldn’t linger and chat because we had real grown-up jobs to get back to.