Yesterday at lunchtime, my dad and I ate the rest of these delicious juicy buns (at the most delicious Chinese restaurant I know):
The weird part about this lunch was that the hostess got all flustered, asked us if we were a two-top (evidently this is the restaurant-biz term for party of two), and then requested that we join the two-top in front of us. Okay, this is Minnesota, we’re nice, whatever. So we join them. Turns out that the guy in THAT two-top is a guy my dad used to work with. It was a nice lunch.