Torrisi

I left the office to run an errand, telling M. on the way out that we should have Parisi for lunch. She could pick up and meet me in the park. I sent her a text as I headed back and made my way over to the park to perfectly coincide with her arrival. Instead I waited. and waited. and waited some more. Finally I couldn't take it and sent her a text "What the hell." She says "waiting for the food". So now, in my head, I am picturing one of the guys behind the counter at Parisi cutting the bread in half, going over to the deli case for the meat, slicing it on the bread and by the time I have mentally imagined all the steps in my head, I look up and still no M. At 14 minutes later I am almost start panicking, it's near impossible that Parisi should take so long, when she arrives, carrying a Torrisi bag. Suddenly the world makes sense again.
Torrisi, 250 Mulberry St, NY, NY 10012 (below Prince)