Lovely day. We had brunch at Popover Cafe with Daniel and Rachel. Popover is a returning theme in my restaurant life, as I’ve become fixated with the pop art in a popover sandwich. It’s sauteed onions, roasted red peppers, artichoke hearts, gruyere cheese and russian dressing all packed inside a fluffy popover. The first few times I went there I noted the fruit cup on the menu. The Popover Cafe sells a fruit cup for, I think, $5.95. I rolled my eyes. Maybe on my third visit the table next to me ordered it. And it looked lucious. So I caved in and ordered one. And now I can’t go in without getting the $6 fruit cup. It’s a soup-sized bowl full of whatever fruit is the best that day. And many fruit cups later I can say I’ve never been dinged. No hard, tasteless melon lumps, no sour apples, no pithy orange. It’s worth it.
It was also nice to see Daniel and Rachel.
jaysaint 
Posted by terracinque on January 22, 2006 at 12:35 am
Why would you balk at such a price in Manhattan?
Posted by steakums on January 22, 2006 at 7:24 pm
Because she’s a Midwestern girl at heart.
Posted by terracinque on January 22, 2006 at 7:34 pm
Whenever I’m in New York or London I just take it for granted that the prices will be outrageous, and it rolls right off my back.
“$6 for a fruit cup? Okay.”
“£10 for a five-mile train trip? Well, it’s your city…”
Posted by jaysaint on January 22, 2006 at 9:14 pm
I agree totally. Which in this case leads me to say, “This is my city and I refuse to go broke here.” And there are still plenty of New Yorkers who will roll their eyes at a $6 fruit cup.
Posted by jaysaint on January 22, 2006 at 9:15 pm
It’s so true. I made my coworkers laugh the other day when one of them mentioned something expensive and I said, “I have too much Ohio left in me to buy that.”