I have a friend who uses the acronym FOMO — fear of missing out — to describe why he hates turning down any invitation. I suffer from FOMO while sitting at my desk most days. I love New York and just know there’s a whole magical world of things that happen while I’m at work — all with fewer lines and more open tables. Friday afternoon I cut out of work early to see exactly what I’ve been missing.
I head straight for a late lunch at the normally booked Osteria Morini and snag a seat at the corner of the bar — the perfectly non-awkward choice for those dining alone. I love the Emilia-Romagna fare, including a crisp, colorful salad with apple cider vinegar, an intensely flavorful bean and grain soup peppered with heavenly homemade croutons, and one indulgent glass of Lambrusco. I finish the meal with an order of Affogato — a glass of homemade vanilla gelato drowned in hot, freshly-brewed espresso while I contemplate how much better this is than my typical take-out wolfed down between emails.