dessert thoughts

When I was sitting at Lindy's in Times Square having my coffee and cheesecake, I had a bout of reverse culture shock. Or something. Reverse culture shock is as good a description as any.

There I was, watching the masses walk through what's likely one of the busiest intersections in the world. I was surrounded by skyscrapers and bustle. Just a few days before, I'd had chocolate meringue pie in a 40-seat restaurant in the Hill Country after a trip to the lake. The settings were wildly different, but they had two things in common.

I was there. And the desserts and coffee were darn good.