July 25, 2016:
Unhappy server, displeased to be serving. We were born to better things.
Hostess is bored, pacing a narrow route between her podium and the nearest tables. Pace, pace, turn: pace, pace, turn. It's a very narrow world she describes with her feet.
I could be mistaken about the server. Could be she's just terribly shy. From beneath her South Asian headscarf she smiles a thin smile, seeming genuine, calls me "My love" in a husky, earthy voice. Between customers she's as listless as everyone else.