Visiting Lucy and Paul in New Haven is like being a little kid. They cook yummy things, bring you blankets, and tell you to “be good” when they leave the house. Before bed, Paul gives you a glass of water, and Lucy wakes you up in the morning by singing. I am secretly so sad that they are moving.
p.s. Thank goodness (and, ahem, thank you) for bay area Zagats!! It will be dog-eared after all our visits together.
Fofie, your words here tear me up, not just for the way I feel but for the way you feel. What is does bring is the happy prospect of long red-eye weekends once a month to see these wonderful people and to crunch on a softshell crab sandwich among the gulls early on the Saturday morning.
This is the sweetest post, by the way! I am chuffed.
You will always be our most cherished guest!
I am secretly sad, too. We will have to make lots trips to San Frannie and then entice them back in 7 years – or all head west at some point…
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