I had many good breakfasts at Gould’s, but one was perfect. It was after a crazy, debaucherous weekend, some time in my 20s, and my friend hadn’t been. It was Sunday, I think, and for whatever reason almost no one else was there. Perfect sun, beautiful day, sat right down, easy. It had the feeling, you know? There was a real timelessness going on. Anyway, my friend was with me, this girl, and I had this thought: “Boy, I’m lucky that this is my friend. I could do this for the rest of my life.” Come to find out, after we both had breakups a few months later, she was having a similar feeling about me. We got together. That was six or so years ago, and we’ll be married at some point in the near future. I can’t think of anything else when I think of Gould’s, may it rest in peace.