You know how sometimes you’re exhausted of Macy’s on a December Saturday, and you’re on your way to pick up pho and taro bubble tea because for some reason your husband wanted Vietnamese cuisine midday?
You know how sometimes you wanna feast on some delicious Russian cuisine, but also, you wanna listen to live blues or classical music while you eat it?
Well then there’s nothing here for you.
I was tired of the shopping, as I was born tired of shopping, and I was a lil bit hangry and I was drivin to pho when I saw this place. It’s in one of the strips in the mall parking lot. (Where pho is, but not, because I can’t find pho unless I’m ON 82nd Street, because people were all “It’s 1986! Let’s make the buildings all look the same!”)
Anyway, this place fits a real specific niche.
That caught my attention. I was doin a drive-by, cause I knew y’all wanted to see this, but I didn’t wanna get out of the car AGAIN.
As I crept up on the door, a man came out and introduced himself as Chad. He had long hair and wore a fancy yarmulke, so I wasn’t expecting him to be a Chad. Chad told me he appreciated my promotion, and he was glad I liked the door.
He said sometime, I need to come in and eat.
“Will do,” I said, only half meaning it. You know, in that introvert comfort creature kinda way — if i ever wanna try something new, and if i feel like putting on pants and a bra and shoes and if i’ve got enough energy to leap into public spaces with live music, i will certainly keep your place in mind.
I looked it up online. Rave reviews for the food and the hospitality. Menu got me like Oh Yes, Thanks!
So yes, Chad, I will actually come in and eat. Perhaps on date night.
That’s the thing about doors, we always wanna know what’s behind them.
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