Posted on Tuesday, 20 September 2011

I’m enjoying a café au lait at one of my favorite old NYC haunts, French Roast. I used to practically live here and it’s odd to return to a place that used to be part of your daily life to see that the personnel has changed, the menu is different and the salad dressing isn’t quite as lemony. I’d feel like a stranger but for one thing: the door to the bathroom still sticks. I feel satisfaction watching person after person push on the door, think it’s locked and then wait their turn for it to become available even though it’s empty. They’ll figure it out just like I once did and then they can return here in a few years and sit smugly on the banquette just like I’m doing right now.

I’m enjoying a café au lait at one of my favorite old NYC haunts, French Roast. I used to practically live here and it’s odd to return to a place that used to be part of your daily life to see that the personnel has changed, the menu is different and the salad dressing isn’t quite as lemony. I’d feel like a stranger but for one thing: the door to the bathroom still sticks. I feel satisfaction watching person after person push on the door, think it’s locked and then wait their turn for it to become available even though it’s empty. They’ll figure it out just like I once did and then they can return here in a few years and sit smugly on the banquette just like I’m doing right now.

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  1. briancooperman said: Julie, that looks nice.
  2. juliebrister posted this
I am Julie Brister. I'm an actor, writer and improv teacher living in Los Angeles. I'm currently writing a novel.

I like campfires, board games, super spicy Thai food, the desert, creepy puppets, cats, wearing socks wrong side out, California living, napkins, artsy fartsy stuff, reading novels, the caramel corn at the Arclight, vegetable purees, French pop, horseys, good weird art, gulpy summer wine, skulls, comfy shoes, chile rellenos, bold accessories, kale salad, Jacaranda trees, lakeside vacations, Kubrick, true crime stories, kitty cat on cold feet, green and woodsy smells, funky cowboy boots, redwood trees, Trader Joe's, eavesdropping on people arguing in public, Bach, travel fantasies, groovy rugs, dining al fresco, memories of camp, doggies, saffron, long chats, hummingbirds, mean old nuns, old timey stuff, cloudy days, art deco LA, vintage cocktails, scary things, drive-thru car washes, bougie candles, Antiques Roadshow, dusk, english muffins, squeezy hugs, fluffy towels, Diane Arbus, Frito pie, thunderstorms, Victoriana, cinnamon, Mexican knick knacks, schadenfreude, owls, good manners, Texas, interesting pottery, jersey knit sheets, NPR, road trips, orange and chocolate together, good stemware, layering, Southern literature, New Orleans, people watching, Hitchcock movies, paint by numbers, Japanese incense, needle crafts, Nazi documentaries and cheese.

I dislike d-bags, j-holes and flip flops.


email: juliebrister@gmail.com