I mention this, because this is the topic about which the young man with the loud voice two tables away from me is currently delivering a monologue. It follows his thoughts on chicken pot pies, Potbelly sandwiches, and the length of time he waited to be seated at Eggspectations. He’s into his second hour of non-Zagat’s reviews. There seems to be no chain restaurant he’s missed.
Oh, good. He’s moved on to ice cream stores.