Carl is originally from DC, has an apartment in New York, and is mobile. He is also a fascinating man. Humble. Smart. A great storyteller, with a million good stories to tell. We meet at noon for brunch at Aquavit, an elegant Scandinavian restaurant.
On the spot I decide to stop counting points for the rest of the week and secretly feel liberated. I mean really, how would I even begin to estimate the points for four different varieties of herring: creamed, with mustard, pickled, and matjes? Or the lingonberries that taste so good over the Swedish meatballs, even if they are meant for the pickled cucumbers. I probably could have figured out the roast beef, but I have so little of it that the associated points would have been insignificant. I know that lox is low in points, and I hope the same is true of the different salmons I eat today, including poached, gravlax, and smoked. The shrimp salad and eggs with caviar are also good, and beyond my expert ability to track. I take some of the beet and potato salads, but skip the more mundane green one. The mini-desserts are all interesting, and I only take a few. I drink two mimosas and remain lucid.
It’s an exotic offering of foods, coupled with an intriguing banter of conversation. A perfect Sunday brunch.
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