Jury Duty, Day 2

After a half-day of jury duty, spent sitting in the clerk’s room during which my name was (again) never called, I was sent home (or in my case, back to work) with a handsome certificate indicating I’d served my duty in the largely uneventful criminal justice system of New York City and cannot be called to serve again for six years. For dinner, I caught up with Vincent and Megan at Los Dos Molinos, a dark, packed and cozy Mexican restaurant where the margaritas are literally something like $12 apiece.

Los Dos Molinos

• 119 18th St. (between Irving Place and Park Avenue)
• (212) 505-1574
• Meal 19 of 52: a black-bean enchilada or something, with expensive margaritas.