NYC to-do list is suffering! I wanted to share two fun spots we've come across on recent trips, though.
A few weeks ago, while apartment hunting in Boston, we stopped for a quick lunch at Mr. Bartley's Gourmet Burger. It's the kind of place where the tables are slightly greasy, all the chairs are plastic and there's enough Elvis kitsch on the walls to keep you entertained for, I don't know, about the time it takes you to eat a massive burger. I had the Newt Gingrich, but wish I had been tempted by the Oprah or Michelle Obama. Next time, Oprah, you and me. You will not regret an order of sweet potato fries and a glass of Mr. Bartley's signature root beer.
Last Sunday, after that lovely wedding, Peter convinced me to go Paesano's in Philadelphia (it didn't actually take that much convincing). There's a tiny counter, a few stools, and an itty bitty open kitchen where you can watch them make all those glorious sandwiches. The people working there were just the nicest. Go early if you want a seat (like, 11:00 AM early). They told us the line goes out the door once it's gets to be real lunch time!