It doesn’t matter how many times my order is fucked up, or my water glass remains empty, or the food is sub-par -- none of it will ever diminish my feelings for you. Because what we have is a solid foundation. You’re not the hottest, coolest, or smartest restaurant in the room, but you’re the most reliable, gentle, and kind. I can always count on you. And you’ll always keep me coming back.
Even when I hate you, I still love you. And honestly, what’s more New York than that?
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Liz Newman is a freelance writer for Thrillist and may or may not have video evidence of that whole ketchup bottle incident. If you tweet her at @lizn813, she may even show it to you. But also maybe not.