I was having lunch at Fred's at Barneys. Next to my a table a man and a woman, both in their thirties, were having lunch as well. They drank half a bottle of champagne rosé. Probably a date, they didn't seem to know each other very well.
They were discussing a wedding but not their own, and not the wedding of their children or other family members either. Were they wedding planners?
"Some restaurants make the bride cry," the man said, visibly shaken, as if the difference between restaurants that make the bride cry and a terrorist attack was just a minor detail.