November 13, 2015

M and I ate at a restaurant on the square tonight. No reservations and the bar was full, but we scored a window 2-top. Which was interesting since there’s a bus stop right there and a men’s shelter doors down. So people occasionally stared through the glass at us like we were fish in a fishbowl. Or rapped on the glass and shouted indecipherables.

A couple was seated next to us. And I learned, without engaging, that they lived around the corner but had never been there. They were told the Brussels sprouts, the goat cheese, the scallops, and the mac and cheese were good. But they couldn’t find goat cheese on the menu. The woman kept mentioning it until the man pried himself away from the wine list to strain to read the menu. He was no help.

The 5th item on the list was a chevre small plate. I kept myself from engaging. It was already a pretty stressful day for me and interacting with strangers wasn’t on the agenda.
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