Steak Frites, an all-time slump busting meal. If you’ve had a long week, find a good French bistro on a Friday afternoon and go for it. I sit at the bar at a cramped joint called Lucien in the East Village and order extra peppercorn sauce. Trust me, there’s some powerful voodoo to it, like throwing salt over your shoulder or a penny in a well. The gin martini doesn’t hurt either.
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