We re doing our best.Â
That s what I think a lot these days, walking into a restaurant and seeing servers in masks and face shields commanding the room. I think it when I m sitting in the car, opening a container of spicy scallop sushi and using the armrest as a table for my wasabi soy sauce. I think it at home on my computer when a chef calls me to cry, and I can only offer the same bland acknowledgment: We re doing our best. Hang in there. Â
But sometimes our best is pretty, freakishly amazing, you know? I say freakishly because how else do you describe ramen noodles topped with fried chicken, eaten on a bench in a random parking lot next to the Youth on Their Own building? It s freakishly amazing, that s what it is. And yes I m saying this out loud while I m writing it. Because I m doing my best too.Â