I did it. I made it to the blogger holy Mecca of NYC – Jack’s Wife Freda. In case you live in a cave, let me explain. This is THE place to be for brunch. And if you don’t Instagram it, it may as well not have happened, because really, why else even go? We’re all just eating for the Insta anyways. Don’t deny it.
In honor of my last day of work and my new job, and my co-worker Courtney’s new job, our whole team (3 of us + my former boss) decided to go out for an elaborate farewell lunch extravaganza and headed to the Jack’s Wife Freda Lafayette St. location in SoHo for our soon-to-be 3 hour lunch. Even at lunchtime on a Friday, the wait for a table was a while, about 30 minutes all said and done. It was a billion degrees, so we hid out under a nearby awning in the shade and waited for our table to be ready.