Justice Is Served

Heading wearily home on the subway late this evening, I skimmed an item in today’s Times — Waiter, There’s A Gavel In My Soup — in which the author Gay Talese described finding himself at the table next to Chief Justice John Roberts’s last Saturday evening at a cozy little Upper East Side restaurant. As Justice Roberts got up to go, he turned to Mr. Talese to ask if he would like the rest of a fine bottle of wine that the Chief Justice and his companion were not able to finish. Mr Talese gratefully accepted, and got Mr. Roberts to autograph the label as well.

I remarked to myself in passing that New York City is often more like a small town, but then, as I was turning the page, I noticed the name of the restaurant — Lumi — and realized with a bit of a jolt that the lovely Nina, her mother, and I had been there having dinner at the same time ourselves! We had failed to spot the Chief Justice, however, which I suppose is just as well.

Small town indeed.

I admit this is not much of a story, really, but as noted below it’s Shameless Filler Week. Anyway, you get what you pay for.

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  1. “Anyway, you get what you pay for.”

    I want a refund.

    Posted October 28, 2009 at 9:27 am | Permalink
  2. Malcolm says

    No problem, Dennis. I’ve already credited your account.

    Posted October 28, 2009 at 10:08 am | Permalink