Sunday, February 06, 2005

 

HOMPed!

It appears that I am HOMPed ("hoist on my [own] petard"). I now regret that I ever blogged about my favorite coffee house, Grandma Moses, because I have not been able to get a table there the last few times I have gone! What's that about? No table Saturday morning, no table Sunday morning. It's such a mixed blessing when a place you love gets a favorable, high profile review. You want it to do well, but you don't want to share it so much.

You may be thinking that the 20 or so people who read this blog are not enough to swamp the seating at Grandma Moses, even more so since I have not actually revealed the true name of Grandma Moses or even what town it's in. Yes, but the people who know...

This reminds me of a bit in a novel by my favorite espionage novelist, Alan Furst. The Parisian restaurant he always writes about -- the fictional Brasserie Heinenger -- gets shot up in the course of a hit by two Tommy-gun toting assassins. French guy and British guy the next day are discussing the hit, and this dialogue ensues:

FRENCH GUY: Well, in any case, I wouldn't try to dine there for a while.
BRITISH GUY: Yes, I suppose it will be closed for repairs.
FRENCH GUY: Are you kidding? Of course, it's open. But you won't be able to get a table there for weeks!



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