Ditch Plains, with Thu

Our last lunch at Ditch Plains, Joanna presented irrefutable evidence that her dad is probably a spy. I remember laughing hysterically, wishing I could tell stories about being a double agent. I don't remember what we actually ate. This time Thu and I split the deviled eggs but then couldn't decide on an entree. I think Thu may have mentioned half the menu before settling on the oyster po'boy. I was headed for a steak salad when I swerved to the sloppy joe instead.
Ditch Plains, 29 Bedford St, NY, NY 10014 (at Downing St)