But today, walking near Washington Square Park, and staring down at the sidewalk to avoid some unsavory items, I noticed a pair of orange Converse All Stars. I thought to myself, "just like Mario Batali" as my eyes traveled up that pair of bare legs. Sure enough. My heart starting thumping. This was no Harrison Ford. This was no Britney Spears. This is a man who has inspired dozens of meals with which I’ve nourished myself, and those I love. Right there, in his orange high-tops! Bless him!
The best part is, thirty minutes later I saw him again, down at the playground on Sixth and Houston. New York is pretty great, isn't it?