“No, Whitney.No. I hate theme restaurants. I’d rather buy lunch meat and mustard from the store, thaw a frozen bagel and make a sandwich than go to a theme restaurant.”
Whitney froze like a department store mannequin, which let Bev know she was seriously annoyed.
“Typeface is not a theme restaurant,” Whitney said, her eyes focused and her jaw the only muscle that was moving. “Donita Lecherd, who was the exec chef at Gnosh opened the place in the old Barnes and Noble. It’s a literary dining experience, definitely not a theme restaurant. Donita makes those great Cantaloupe and Quinoa Meatless Balls, remember?”
“Are those on the menu?” Bev asked, “because I can’t find the menu online.”
“That’s because it changes every night. We’re going. Come on.”
***
Bev and Whitney got seated at a corner table.
Their server approached.
“I’m Dewey, I’ll be taking care of you, would you like-”
“Dewey, like the decimal system? Bev said. “I’m out.”
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