Yesterday afternoon I met author Suzanne Guillette at Les Halles, on Park Avenue. I reviewed Suzanne’s debut memoir, Much to Your Chagrin, earlier this year, and she and I have been corresponding via email for a bit, so we decided it was time to, you know, take the next step. After reading her book I felt that I knew her already, and she was just as lovely and engaging as I had imagined she would be. 

Les Halles, by the way, is one of my favorite restaurants to meet at for a late-afternoon drink: it’s quiet and elegant, the waiters and bartenders are super-friendly, and the martinis are the size of small boats. (I also have a minor obsession with Anthony Bourdain, who used to run the kitchen there, and I must admit that a small part of me hopes that he’ll come strolling through the door in search of some of their famous french fries.)