But here goes: I’ve just walked out of Saks Fifth Avenue having bought a pair of new socks when Nora Ephron and Nancy Drew drive up in Nancy’s blue convertible. Nancy’s behind the wheel and Nora’s carrying a pot roast and homemade cookies. “Get in!” Nora says. We drive to a bar on Second Avenue, past a mysterious old clock and a crumbling wall, and go inside. I don’t know what happened to Nancy’s convertible; maybe she valet parked it when I wasn’t looking. Anyway, once we’re inside the bar I’m eating Nora’s cookies and she’s giving me the recipe. The bar’s really hopping. Backslapping, high-fiving, boisterous energy. Harry Connick Jr. playing in the background. But what’s really weird are the two televisions hanging over the bar—that in itself, of course, is normal—but instead of a Yankees game or the Mets, one’s playing When Harry Met Sally and the other’s showing You’ve Got Mail. Nancy Drew orders a gin and tonic and uses her flashlight to point out two men.
