April 14, 2003
My friend suggested meeting there for lunch, and I was there early. I didn't want to take up a table space without ordering anything, so I waited outside at the corner for my friend to show up. He is usually early himself, but when he finally arrived, I was upset. I didn't say anything till he opened with the remark, after looking at his watch, that we were both early--I blew a fuse. It turns out that the watch wasn't set for the correct time, as he hadn't worn it for a while. By then, it was a quarter after noon, and the place was packed. Queuing for a table, the waiter waved to us to share a table. My friend declined sharing a table because we wanted a table to ourselves. It may have been another 15 to 20 minutes before we were finally seated. We ordered and the food arrived. I ordered oxtail, and my friend ordered a noodle soup dish. They were both very good and very reasonably priced. We had a nice conversation over our lunch, even though the restaurant was noisy.
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