Yesterday, my fiancée, my best friend and his kid’s mother — they’re not married and they have a child, it’s appalling — along with said kid all went out for Sunday brunch at a new vegan spot near Opera. It was well located and had good reviews — from what my fiancée (who’s not pregnant, we’re getting married for sentimental reasons, thank you very much) tells me — so we pretty quickly agreed to go.
Incredibly, our friends arrived there first. I say incredibly, because I’ve always been the first one anywhere when my friend and I were both single, even if my subway had caught fire on the way, or if a wild elephant had turned loose in the streets of Paris and my area had to be shut down (not true stories, to be clear, but it could still have happened). They remarked that, now that they have a (young) child, a) 1pm brunch is not early, b) it’s actually kind of late and they were hungry. Which, come to think about it, makes quite a bit of sense. So I volunteered to go order at the counter, because that’s what it looked like you were supposed to do in there.
There was a good 10-12 people long queue at the counter. Not that the place was crazily packed — I’ve had worse crowds at home (in Russia, story for another time) — but the guys working behind the counter were incredibly nice, and even more incredibly disorganized. At some point, when I was 5-6 people in, a customer asked if there were nuts in a dish, because she was allergic to them. This caused the entire team to stop everything they were doing and essentially talk between themselves to figure out whether or not there were indeed nuts in that dish. In the end, they concluded that there weren’t, and the lady, who ended up sitting behind us, looked alive when we left, so I guess that’s a good enough sign that they were right. Right?
When it finally got to my turn and I started spelling out all the dishes we wanted (my friend took two because he was “up till 7”), the guy went:
— These are all fresh dishes, so you can just help yourself in the fridge behind you.
— OK, great, let me do that. What about the drinks though?
— What did you want again?
— Coffee, tea and a smoothie…
— Oh, I need to make those…
— Tell you what, how about I grab the salads and you work on the drinks?
— You’re right!