It was a Tuesday on the Lower East Side, 7pm, when I met you for the first time.
I was wandering alone—as many New Yorkers do—but I wasn’t lost; I was in pursuit. Not of a date, a new sweater, or even companionship; I was looking for a really delicious, no-frills, low-cost meal. And like most things, when you really search for something, you find it. And I found it in you.
I had heard about the recent opening of Lobster Joint in the LES and, not trying to sound boastful or anything, knew they had become a very big deal. So when I looked up, wide-eyed at the Lobster Joint’s signage out front, and the picnic tables and bar seating inside, I knew this was the place for me.
When I arrived at the register, the cashier informed me that I was lucky; just a minute past 7pm, I still made the cut for the Happy Hour special:
$4 lobster, crab cake, or fried oyster sliders.
“What did you say?” I asked the cashier.
“The sliders. They’re $4.”
And that’s when something happened.
My eyes dilated, my face flushed, and I realized I was walking headfirst into a love affair with a crustacean-packed mini sandwich.
When your lobster and fried oyster-filled self arrived to my seat at the bar, I took a picture to capture the memory and devoured you without any class or sense that others were probably watching the girl by herself at the bar shoveling fresh seafood and buttered buns into her mouth.
When I finished, the cashier said, “You know, you can get those every Monday through Friday if you come in between 4pm and 7pm.” I tried to act all nonchalant, like, “Oh cool, sure, if I have the time…”
But inside I was dancing. Because now, every weekday after work is an opportunity to see you, devour you, and then formulate when I can see you again.
So, till next time, Sliders.