New York, NY 10003
While Jack and I were on one of our city-wide, 10ish mile walks, we called our friend Kayla (who likes to look pulled together when she leaves her house) and said, “We are going to be in your area in about an hour, is there anywhere that you’ve been interested in trying?” She said that the line at Friend of a Farmer is always too long but it had been intriguing to her for about a year now. I mean, who isn’t interested in places that consistently have long lines? That’s how we fell in love with Pio Pio.
So we offered to meet her there. On such a great day, what’s a bit of a line with friends? Well,
We met her in line with a thing of flowers. They were in part to apologize for dragging her out of her apartment with wet hair and no warning, and in part to congratulate her on finishing a huge
Once inside, we were blown away by the floral-carpet wall paper and creaky wooden stairs. Huge old jars of fruit and nuts lined the walls and there was even a
We had fresh squeezed juices, coffee that came in a French
I had curried chicken salad with walnuts, apples and raisins. It was exactly what I had been looking for. The other two ordered southwestern omelets that came as a burrito with nice, soft home fries in a skillet. There was cheese and sauce and egg spilling out and I think they were both very happy. They must have been because I didn’t get a bite.
When we left with a to-go bag of breads (that I later ate over my sink for dinner one night), the sun felt even warmer and the line, which had grown, did not even phase me. I felt country-