So this staffer at 86 Recipes just celebrated a recent birthday (no, I will not disclose my exact age, but I was born somewhere between the Ford and Reagan administrations). Anyway, my annual birthday tradition is to take an extended lunch break, make my way down to New York City’s West Village and visit one of my favorite culinary stomping grounds, Corner Bistro. This timeless bar and grill has been bestowed with countless words of adoration throughout the years, so it is by no means any epicurean relevation for me to announce that “I love this place!” For those who are not in-the-know, Corner Bistro’s main attraction is its famous Bistro Burger, a monstrous, perfectly-cooked patty topped with onions, cheddar and two slabs of bacon. So, for the past five years, I have proudly ignored all caloric ramifications and indulged on one of these exquisite burgers with a side of fries for my special day. On this trip, I eschewed the front tables which were littered with guidebook-toting European tourists who were planning their trip to Magnolia Bakery and the “Sex and the City” stoop on Perry Street, and plopped down at the bar with some of the old timers. On these birthday pilgramages, I usually reflect on the past and sketch out Sierra Nevada-fused goals for the upcoming year of my life. However, on this visit, I surprised myself and engaged in a riveting conversation with some of the bar flies. We debated in the merits of Chinese architecture and whether or not Shirley Temple Black had passed away. I impressed/disgusted these older gentleman by whipping out my iPhone to find out that yes, thankfully, she is still alive. However, our discussion was abrubtly interrupted by the arrival of my lunch. At that moment, I was all business and prompty devoured my Bistro Burger with no time for left for small talk. After cleaning my plate, killing my pint and paying the bill, I cheerfully said my goodbyes and exited towards a brilliantly sunny West Village afternoon. Another great birthday lunch.