On a sultry summer’s eve, with a full heart and empty stomach
As I trespassed on the property of that shiny Midtown restaurant, I had only one hope: That someone or something would deliver unto me a free ceramic soup bowl of steaming hot Clam Chowder with oyster crackers or a cold, sparkling platter of lobster alongside a shallow dipping dish of melted butter. And champagne! Or bread! And bologna! Instead, the sight of a sharp-eyed, lonely busboy made me nervous and with an exaggerated swivel, I bumbled off towards the cameraman. Mission failed. But at least I had those sweet, sweet shorts.