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... Mana thought she was auditing him. They could be sitting in a restaurant or a coffee shop in one of those pauses when the conversation died, and Mana would start looking around at the other diners, wondering about their lives, and then glance back to find Ting quietly watching him. He’d...

.... Tad. She fiddles with her wedding band. He lost his in the gym locker room last spring and never bothered replacing it. And two weeks ago, when they dined at a pan-Asian restaurant with a big dairy lobbyist, a friend of a friend of Nikki’s who ended up...

...- sive restaurant, watching a couple eat, and is asked to leave, first by a man in a black suit from the restaurant and then by the police. The narrator asserts his freedom to move about the streets, and yet that freedom is clearly circumscribed. The text of the city that he creates as he walks is a text...

... who is currently the co-op’s project coordinator. VEGGI now sources to local food delivery service Good Eggs and some of the area’s most popular restaurants, including Restaurant August, Domenica, Emeril’s, and Borgne, to name just a few. But unless you actively seek out things Asian American...

... debt, makes minimum wage. Get a better job, get another job. Your kids won't remember the time they lost. Buy my book, but you can have it for free. Caller lives on disability payments. Don't step foot inside a restaurant unless you're working there. It's God's will for you to prosper. Like...

... neighborhoods, expecting to find you? Quite soon, behind a corner maple, I spotted a man I used to know, before I’d met your father, chat- ting with a young woman (not you, thank goodness) outside a Moroc- can restaurant, no doubt exchanging some exotic-breathed secrets en route to a cinematic kiss, and I...

.... You think how this beer in this frosted mug is the best part of the day so far. You're looking forward to a meal that has to be better than the burgers you've been eating at the rest stops along the way. You look at the restaurant's decor. There are planks with names on them, red letters...

... featuring an ad for a competing restaurant, a burger joint up the block, but also, where winds from summer thunderstorms have pulled away strips of signage, the previous ad for an exterminator shows through, a felled cockroach seemingly squeezed between the sesame seed buns of the sandwich. You lose...

... back to the main drag of taprooms and restaurants. They ducked into the 700, where music was pulsing from the second floor. Conn walked Boodle up to the bar. “Are you okay, man? You can’t do shit like that. That kid was like twelve.” “Conn,” said Hector. “They’ll lock you up,” said Conn. “Two...

... volunteer from California, sources freshly pro- duced food from the local farms to restaurants in New Orleans. The Desai  59 effort is as much about creating jobs and sustaining the economic well-being of the community as about responding in effective...

.... The relative expense of locavore restaurants was marshaled as proof of gentrification; the remarkable expense of conve- nience stores that gouge people in food deserts a neighborhood away is apparently evidence of nothing. Consumer choices of the old New Orleans brands —​many of which are owned...

... he s eager to reach his daughter or alert cops, I m not sure. I roll down the window. Paige and I fought the night before, had argued at a nice Italian restaurant with a rubble of burrata between us. Paranoid ideas root themselves in your mind, Paige had said. She said there was a different reality...

... the mold float in the air like spores,” said Ansel, “all the while knowing my mother is watching me. Let her watch, I say. I love my mother but I love to torment her, just as she has long tormented me. When I was much younger than I am now, she took me to a Mex- ican restaurant with her boyfriend...

... wipe of gas pumps, dads patting their pockets for wallets, ramshackle family restaurants with unpaved lots big enough to accommodate fairs. She looped her tongue around the ice cream and rolled her foot forward, she squirmed and rearranged. Hal couldn't stop from peeking down; the soft...

... responds to my good photo with a dinner invitation for tonight. I say yes but then panic. I haven't seen Matt in four years. Four years ago, we went on three sweet dates. Back then as a college student, the world felt so open to me. Friends and I walked into galleries and restaurants, acting courted. We...

... wondered if there wasn’t something I could say that would make it all right again. “Where are you?” “At a restaurant. I could come over.” “That’s a bad idea.” “I could be over in fifteen minutes,” I said without thinking about how I was going to make that happen. “Do...

... would receive straws in his drinks at restaurants without asking for them, pull them out, and lay them by the side of the glass. He would gulp and leave grease on the rims as he would drink. “So the clown jumps on a unicycle and starts pedaling around the office carpet. The talent scout...

... was meeting here. He continued to walk his way around the square, scanning for me. As I watched him, I wondered if he d ever looked for Clamber 37 me before. Had he ever hoped to spot his kid in a crowded restaurant or mall? Was he curious if he d recognize me all these years and hormone injections later? He...

... present. After my partner moved to Montréal and we decided to get married, Lillian served as witness at our civil union. We shared countless fine meals in the city’s restaurants, or ordered take-out and sat around and talked. We formed a powerful team: the Robinson...

... in restaurants, stores and homes. The sound of our cars drew a few more children and two women wearing colorful aprons from within the dark cabin. They observed us with caution. Alvaro, Adivina’s grandson, and his wife Isabela stepped out of the car ahead of me with their two sons...