Meet Me At the Hyphen

Dinner last night at Oscar's Brasserie in the Waldorf-Astoria last night. Wandered around the lobby, bought a newspaper, admiring the opulence of an era long gone. Oscar's is one of the more casual restaurants in the hotel. Still lovely and impeccable service. Had homestyle Chicken Pot Pie to take the chill off the bones. Couple of Sauvignon Blancs. They only charged me for one. Yay! Should have ordered the signature 1896-invented Waldorf Salad, but needed some warmth. Maybe go back tomorrow and buy the cookbook.

Crowd was an interesting mix of shopaholic 20-something women probably from the suburbs, emaciated middle aged women with their bored teenage sons, and vaguely familiar looking film producers discussing funding and labour issues, confessing that he was "raised Canadian", quickly lowering his voice as Sheena snapped her head out of her New York Post.