My friend Deb and I had a lunch date planned last week. But she didn't show up. She called me 15 minutes later from her dentist's chair. Apologized up and down. Luckily, she chose a fantastic lunch spot in Silver Lake called Forage. I ate a delicious salad plate of organic broccoli, couscous with mushrooms and tomatoes, and yummy roasted chicken. I ordered a slice of the chocolate cake to go. Deb had told me I had to. So, of course, I did. It was a very grown-up slice of heaven. Probably has espresso coffee in the frosting. And gold foil on the top.
It was also a good thing I had the Dining section of the New York Times tucked into my bag and at the table next to me, a pair of 20-something girls planning their road trip to San Francisco to keep me company.
Still, I would have much preferred gabbing with Deb...
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