Man, I don’t know exactly what it is about the kind of cafe/restaurant that one encounters attached to museums and botanical gardens that brings out the most refined, Edwardian-style lady-of-leisure-who-lunches in me, but I can’t walk past one without being completely overwhelmed by the urge to order an $18 egg sandwich from a cold case, then pick at it for the next two hours at a small, circular table. The kind of place where there
Daniel, I've often imagined you as being very well paired with Linda Holmes in sort of a writerly double act, but this piece brings Caity Weaver into strong contention.
These were exactly my feelings everytime I went to my mom's work and begged her to take me to lunch at the faculty club. She hated it because it was fussy and expensive, but I felt so fancy!
GET OUT OF MY PERSONAL BRAIN PLEASE, THANK YOU
Daniel, I've often imagined you as being very well paired with Linda Holmes in sort of a writerly double act, but this piece brings Caity Weaver into strong contention.
I, a daughter planning on taking her mother to an elegant house museum with a fancy cafe, feel incredibly singled out by this post.
What the fuck! My step-grandma always takes me to these. They DO ask me job interview questions! I feel SEEN
These were exactly my feelings everytime I went to my mom's work and begged her to take me to lunch at the faculty club. She hated it because it was fussy and expensive, but I felt so fancy!
You're coming to the Brooklyn Botanic with Rachel and me, this isn't a question
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This is the cafe at the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum where I am a “Sustaining Member”!
Also the gift shop at the same.