I had a late lunch with a woman who is Not That Jewish.

My friend, Monica Piper, is starring off-Broadway in a hilarious, poignant one-woman show, Not That Jewish.

By the way, congratulations Monica on achieving your 100th performance…you stalk the New World Stages stage as I would attempt to shadow Landon Collins, the dynamic NY Giants standout defensive safety.

Our rendezvous got off to a shaky start…Monica had just realized that her wallet was missing with everything of any importance, beyond her son, in the wallet.

The scent of dread filled the booth at the Times Square diner as we had arranged a meet up between shows last Saturday.

Things were so tenuous that she had lost her appetite and was justifiably preoccupied.

No guilt, I told Monica to bow out of our gabfest and retrace her steps.

Hallelujah…10 minutes later, Monica’s anointed search party texted and I am happy to declare the wallet found.

The get together took a monumental upward tick.

Monica’s appetite returned and we dug in.

The conversation ran the gamut from travails of Broadway show audiences, the intricacies of motherhood to sports.

Monica is as over the top about the Los Angeles Kings hockey team as I am about the New York Football Giants.

Nothing beats a diet coke, crispy fries, a great girlfriend and Sports Talk.

The get together could have lasted for hours, but the show must go on.

Listen, I shall eliminate the in-depth reporting of amusing chitty-chat and just make a bipartisan recommendation.

If you can’t break bread with Monica, the next best thing is head to West 50th Street and indulge in a memorable theater experience with a genuine woman who has a dynamic story to tell.