Today I am entertaining an acquaintance who is thinking of moving into downtown Evanston. She wanted my take on living here so I invited her over for some home made banana walnut bread and a cup of coffee.
She knows Gregory. I suggested that he be here for the beginning of the visit but that he take himself out to lunch after a while. The timing of her visit cuts into his lunchtime. Also, he would probably not enjoy sitting around for the few hours while my guest and I chat.
I suggested he could have lunch at Pot Belly or Lulu's, both of which are within a block of the condo and ones with which he might be comfortable going to on his own. He replied, "Don't worry, I'll find food." I am worried.
Then he said, "You know I think I will eat at that place .... No, never mind because I can't think of the name .... You know its on the street ... at the end of the block .... way down there."
I asked, "What kind of food do they serve?"
"The usual," he replied.
I couldn't pass up the opportunity to comment, "Well that narrows it down quite a bit." Gregory got the joke and we both laughed.
Then he continued. "You know .... We ate there .... Once .... Don't worry I'll find food."
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