Sabrina's Café
To be honest with you, breakfast and lunch aren’t rituals I engage in very often, to say nothing of brunch. Usually, I combine all my meals into one grand spectacle I like to call “brincher,” which consists of heaping servings of bar food that I shovel into my mouth in between delicate, ladylike sips of lager. I kid you. Sort of. In any case, when I do decide to join the rest of the world and eat like normal people do (before 5 pm for example), I dig Sabrina’s. Case in point: about a week ago, I arranged a lunch date with a friend of a friend, a foxy Florida transplant who’s unfamiliar with the city. Now, I can spot out an opportunity when I see one, and if I know anything about first dates, I know that picking the right place goes a long way. Not too pretentious, but not too casual either, Sabrina’s strikes just the right note for a pleasant afternoon out. The food (which is great) is served attractively and in just the right proportions by friendly, attentive servers, and sidewalk tables are available for the sunny days. My date, of course, was duly impressed. Right up until I subjected him to my table manners.
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