At a Georgian restaurant on Bleecker, where I went to catch up with a friend. The food is as delightful as it should be in a Georgian restaurant.
Table to the left is on a date. A Nice (and cute) Georgian girl, in a grad school here, and a man from New Jersey. He speaks a smattering of Russian.
The Nice Georgian Girl has a chaperone. Her Mom.
The New Jersey Man is pretty awkward. But he is a good sport.