There's a pizzeria on the fifth floor that I've fallen in love with. Boyfriend doesn't like pizza, or Italian food in general, which I think is somewhat preposterous but he's hardcore Chinese so whatever, but Roomie and I are pretty partial to it. We can easily split a single pizza and still overeat. Also, the "outside" dining area has excellent soft light around lunchtime.
So on a shopping day sometime in the past few weeks, Roomie and I stopped by for a pizza. We ordered the Rita D, with ricotta, marscapone, mozzarella, asparagus, truffle oil and a farm egg.
And then Roomie got a sweater from Zara. Success story.