My son and I do a thing where we scout “Best of…” food lists for new places, pick one, and make an outing of it. Barbecue, Latino food, ice cream shops, breakfast places.
Nothing fancy. Just good places that are new to us that we can make an outing of…
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These outings feel like little trips. Mini-adventures.
This morning, we did a breakfast run. Half-hour drive. Half-hour wait.
Sweet. Fancy. Moses.
Worth it. Delicious.
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Glazed pork belly bites on a stick.
Nacho omelette cups.
Pork roll, egg, and cheese egg rolls with cranberry ketchup.
Basically, three small dishes we shared.
So fun, these little roadies.
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p.s. if you are in NJ and up for a drive, today’s destination was @UrbanGriddle
We had heard good things. They were right. This place is fantastic. Those pork belly bites… I will dream about them.
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Sitting with my son at an empty restaurant counter, the two of us drifting in and out of conversation as we tend to do.
An older woman walks up to me and says “Excuse me. Is this your son? I just wanted to say, you seem very comfortable with each other. It’s nice to see.”
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Let me tell you, that is among the nicest things anyone has ever said to me.
It is one thing to feel like you have a close, comfortable relationship with your child. It is another to have someone else tell you they can tell.
It was so out of the blue. And it made my day.
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And this wasn’t today. It was months ago.
I still think of it often.
I think it was that she saw us in the most regular of moments. We were there eating a casual bite, drifting in and out of being present, talking and then not, quiet and then talking some more.
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I can't even begin to tell you how many times some self-absorbed asshole has gone off on me like this while having no idea that my problems absolutely dwarfed their little drama they mistook for a crisis.
I hate people who do this.
For real, no joke, when my entire life was burning down, some person would just go off and then be like “I’m sorry. I’m just dealing with a lot right now.”
and it was never close to “a lot”.
It was always only *one* of the checkboxes on my list.
Always wanted to say:
“Ya ain’t the first to get divorced. Ya ain’t the first to have someone die. Ya ain’t the first to have crushing debt or lose your house or job. Ya ain’t even the first to have all of them at once. Your shit ain’t new, different or bigger.”
I have learned a lot about people and social dynamics from my experiences on Twitter.
One of the little insights: There are people on here who think reading someone’s tweets is like knowing them really well in real-life.
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That population on here tends to dramatically over-read and over-value minor things - both good and bad - as if they are hugely telling about a person…
and those people often change their whole opinion about someone based on those incidental little things.
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The irony is that the people in that group seem to think of themselves as really discriminating judges of character - as if they are far better at judging others than most - when, in fact, they tend to be much worse.
A year ago, I posted this message out of the loneliness of another COVID Friday night.
In a pretty wild turn of events, the lead singer of the Spin Doctors, @thechrisbarron, replied and then jumped on Instagram Live to play guitar sitting on his bed at home.