The Pitt (TV)
matchmaker, matchmaker
by microbiologistmusings
For a second, Jack’s heart forgets how to function. Then it overcorrects, hammering in his chest like an overworked diesel engine. There, impossibly, absurdly, standing by a vinyl booth beneath the framed black-and-white photo of Golda Meir with a brisket sandwich, is Robby Robinavitch. Except, except, no — that’s not Robby. (Or, Jack gets set up on a blind date with Robby’s identical twin brother, a local rabbi, who then Yentes the hell out of them).