Two different people recommended a seafood shack in the West Village in New York.  Two people – it’s a sign.  We must try it, I said to my oldest-newest-best-friend.  We waited in the predicted long line—something I hate and generally do not engage in.  We chatted with out-of-towners and I offered up my favorite food destination, Morandi.  Then we were told to grab two seats at the counter.  I pointed to my left,  a quick celebrity sighting, an offbeat one.  Louise Lasser.  A former Mrs. Woody Allen.  Libbie kept telling me she could NOT be Louise Lasser since she was far too young.  We argued back and forth as I stood my ground.  Turns out she was talking about the waitress and I was talking about Louise Lasser, eating a dainty kale salad.  That’s not what I would order, I thought.

We went for it, ordering too much — partly due to hunger.  A few appetizers that sounded southern and perfect.  Fried Green Tomatoes, which, honestly, I can never resist.  Libbie loves deviled eggs, so an order of those, and a shrimp, crab and avocado cocktail.  And of course a lobster roll, at “market price,” which means expensive, $32.00.  I had no problem with that, as it might have made it worth the subway trip downtown.  Turns out, the deviled eggs were made with sour cream, not mayonnaise.  So, after one bite, I put mine down and knew never to order those again.  Then, the Fried Green Tomatoes, not great at all.  Followed by the lobster sandwich, which was fine but certainly not the best I’d ever had.  What a waste, I thought, of ingesting fattening food.  What a waste of money.  This was off my list, not that it had yet made it on. (more…)