Being an internet whore, I posted my location on Facebook immediately upon arriving in my new city. When I checked back a few hours later, there was a response to my status update from my good friend P, saying that he happens to be in the same city on elective. Small world. P and I were very close in medical school, but he chose to do his residency at a big fancy medical school while I stayed behind, and I've missed him ever since. It was therefore an easy choice when he invited me to go for dinner with him, as appealing as my tomato sandwich option was.
As neither of us knew the city, we relied on Urban Spoon to pick a restaurant for us, and we ended up downtown at an eponymous French bistro with a 91% approval rating. The bistro was small and lit by candlelight, the perfect place for a romantic evening or just for two close friends to get caught up on everything. We ate impeccably cooked Arctic char for dinner, followed by my first souffle (divine and chocolatey), and we talked and talked as if no time had passed since we last saw each other. It was pure gastronomic and social delight, and I'm eagerly awaiting doing it again this weekend before he heads back to his home city.
I never cease to be amazed by the people who have come into my life through medicine. For much of my life, I have sought a community of like-minded people to belong to, but I never found it until I started medical school. If I were a person of faith, I would say that I have been blessed.