Working with Beth
“So, what are we looking for?” I asked. “Northern-Italian or Mediterranean? But not pizza.” I agreed and our quest began. On the corner of 64th Street, we both noticed Felice 64 across the street. Beth asked me to check out the menu saying she’d be right back. I didn’t notice the reason for her detour and she was back before I finished perusing the menu. Felice was interesting, but too pricey for our business-expense budget. At 62nd, we decided to turn back toward York Avenue and if...