A chef and his wife were in town for the Congress, and we were chatting with him about where he ate yesterday. Lunch was at Jean Georges, and dinner was at Chipotle. When we asked him how he ended up at Chipotle, he reminded us that his wife is pregnant. Apparently, they were walking down the street when she turned to him and informed him that if she didn’t eat in the next ten minutes, they would be having a huge fight. Chipotle was nearby, and she had dinner in under ten minutes. Apparently, some pregnancy symptoms are universal. Alex pretty much has this same window between the time I tell him I’m hungry and a major meltdown. Let me tell you, the meltdown only has to happen once before the daddy-to-be learns to take your hunger pangs seriously.
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