My Non-Corporate Lunch

Current favorite lunch spot is a little space up on Maiden Lane called Dave’s. At Dave’s they know your name because that’s how they take your order. You give them a number and your name, and they call you when it’s ready. They know their regulars. The woman at the register is a tattooed hippie chick, nearly original vintage. Very nice. Wide variety of offerings, including the mystical Italian Burrito, #42. As you’re standing waiting for your name to be called, you can look at the wall of photographs of Dave’s family. The story, according to the notes on the wall, is that Dave didn’t know he had a brother and had never met his mother until he was 49. Dozens of photographs of his old family and his newfound family, including a pic of Dave and his mom on which someone has drawn a replica of Dave’s mustache on his mom in order to show the family resemblance. You won’t find this at a restaurant with a registered trademark for a name.