They're directly across from giant office buildings from which large groups of lunchseekers emanate. Is "lunchseekers" a word? I guess it is now.
Anyway, our group of 10 was seated quickly, then not much happened. Then we got beverages. My friend got a glass of water all over his shirt. The server accidentally dropped it on him. The glass shattered on the floor. It was ok: accidents happen and it was a hot day anyway. The wet polo shirt provided a cooling effect.
So, we waited a while longer. Too long, really. Food started coming out from the kitchen. The servers didn't know who ordered what. It's ok. It happens. Really.
It was standard Chinese lunch fare. Nothing really good or bad. It's ok. It happens. Really.
Started to notice people at other tables waiting for food or drinks or checks. It's ok. It happens. Really.
They gave us the wrong check at the end. It's ok. It happens. Really.
We waited about 15 minutes for a revised check to appear. It's ok. It happens. Really.
Our lunch hour turned into a lunch hour and a half. It's ok. It happens. Really.
And to be honest, I told the hostess that my friend with the wet shirt shouldn't be asked to pay for his lunch, and she agreed he didn't. The manager might have been upset about this, but. . . It's ok. It happens. Really.