We went to Bob Chinn‘s yesterday to help Steve celebrate a birthday. It was a typicaly Bob Chinny experrience: waitstaff in Hawaiian aloha shirts with tropical fish, a huge dining room with the handwashing stations everywhere that were supposed to look like barrels of Myers’ Rum (an ingredient in the famous Bob Chinn Mai Tai) and bits of crab shell and aerosolized drawn butter floating in a fine mist over our heads. A word not often heard at Bob Chinn’s was used: “traife.” Well, most of us were not concerned with that, and we tried to keep the spray and…
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Overheard at the Starbuck’s today, while waiting for some much-needed “go juice” for my brain: Man behind a long line of people ordering chai soy-milk frothy venti lattes: “They should have a fast line for the people ordering non-froufy, plain black coffees.” Women in line ahead of me: “But we want our froufy drinks – do you want to cut ahead?” Man: “No, I’ve got plenty of time before my flight, I just wish I could walk up, get my coffee, and go.” Me, after some reflection: “But that would mean I’d have to stand in two lines, because my…