I started work today at 9. Walking to work I don’t see a lot of people because my branch is not in an area inhabited by what would be called “morning people” (so of course opening even earlier makes perfect sense). Walking from the corner toward the library, I saw a man halfway down the block ahead of me.
This man was portly, wearing a denim shirt and what I would call “man capris” (others would call these crop pants or long shorts perhaps). He had red hair pulled back into a ponytail. He was wearing orange crocs. As I watched him walking, I thought to myself, “That guy looks a lot like Mario Batali.”
At the library entrance I met up with another librarian who, as we walked inside, confirmed that it was in fact Mario Batali.