The Plague Diaries: Day 15 - Reminiscing about our Last Hurrah at Veronika
Prior to the 'rona, we had been talking with Matt and Helen for awhile about going to the newly opened Veronika restaurant.
As you can see above, the place is gorgeous. Also, from January until March, you could not get a reservation. I don't mean you could not get a reservation for, like, Saturday. I mean you couldn't get a reservation for like, ever. The place was booked solid for all available times online.
So, Matt and Helen and Tom and I cooled our heels and basically stopped checking Resy.
At the beginning of March, some big news broke: Matt was going to Veronika, albeit not with us. A client of his firm somehow got a reservation because the client knew someone with an AmEx Black Card. So this client was going to take Matt and his business partner out to dinner on Thursday, March 12.
Helen, Tom and I were bummed, but we were gracious and of course Matt should go. Without us.
Anyway, Thursday, the morning of the 12th, Matt texted Tom and I with an offer we couldn't refuse. Because of that virus going around, the client had backed out on dinner. Then Matt's business partner backed out. The reservation was about to be canceled. Matt stepped in. "Noooooo!"
It was like some James Bond shit. When we got to the restaurant front desk, one of us had to march up to the maître de and pretend to be "Candice Brown." Who is Candice Brown? No clue. Except she has an AmEx Black Card and was able to get a reservation at Veronika and give it to Matt's client.
Helen portrayed Candice for the evening. She pulled it off with great flair.
All told, it was a decadent and triumphant last hurrah. Pretty much the next day, we scuttled into self-isolation and counted down the days until typical onset of symptoms. March 12 was 17 days ago. I think we're in the clear.
(What did I think of the restaurant you ask? Pretty much the same thing as the opinionator).
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| Photo credit: The Opinionator |
So, Matt and Helen and Tom and I cooled our heels and basically stopped checking Resy.
At the beginning of March, some big news broke: Matt was going to Veronika, albeit not with us. A client of his firm somehow got a reservation because the client knew someone with an AmEx Black Card. So this client was going to take Matt and his business partner out to dinner on Thursday, March 12.
Helen, Tom and I were bummed, but we were gracious and of course Matt should go. Without us.
Anyway, Thursday, the morning of the 12th, Matt texted Tom and I with an offer we couldn't refuse. Because of that virus going around, the client had backed out on dinner. Then Matt's business partner backed out. The reservation was about to be canceled. Matt stepped in. "Noooooo!"
It was like some James Bond shit. When we got to the restaurant front desk, one of us had to march up to the maître de and pretend to be "Candice Brown." Who is Candice Brown? No clue. Except she has an AmEx Black Card and was able to get a reservation at Veronika and give it to Matt's client.
Helen portrayed Candice for the evening. She pulled it off with great flair.
All told, it was a decadent and triumphant last hurrah. Pretty much the next day, we scuttled into self-isolation and counted down the days until typical onset of symptoms. March 12 was 17 days ago. I think we're in the clear.
(What did I think of the restaurant you ask? Pretty much the same thing as the opinionator).
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