The destination was a bar restaurant called Fish. It was a tiny crowded little place, that had a sort of hole in the wall feel. There was a bit of a line to get in, but we asked to sit at the bar and it was fine. We sat next to the chefs behind the counter who were shucking oysters.
I checked over the menu and noted that there was a special that was a glass of wine with a half dozen oysters. That seemed like the most perfect thing so that was what I did. The New Yorker and I sat and drank, shared food and laughed in the pleasant warmth of the bar. People around us cracked open shellfish and enjoying lobster and seafood. The place felt lively and fresh and new. For the first time in a long time I was starting to feel at ease with the city that I was living in.
New York makes me feel like an expat sometimes and maybe this, more than anything else is why I am starting to like it so much.