Eight of us Symphony Space staffers crammed in on either side of one of the big booths at the back of Dive Bar on Amsterdam and 96th Street. I, for one, was excited that the day had finally come. When the waiter approached the table I excitedly handed him my driver’s license and asked, “Do you still do free birthday wings?!”
“Well … I have good news and bad news.”
“Let me guess, the bad news is you’re out of wings,” Darren joked.
Thankfully, they weren’t out of wings. The bad news was that they no longer give you a free wing for every year you’ve lived. But the good news was, considering eight of us had just packed the table for that very purpose, he would make an exception! (Not that I’m suggesting you run over to Dive Bar and try to get your own exception, of course!)
I couldn’t think of a better way to spend my birthday: surrounded by friends with a tall glass of ale, 16 spicy and 16 mild, and a mysteriously gloopy bowl of blue cheese. What’s the best birthday lunch you ever had?