The first person to take you under her wing when you started at a shitty new high school in grade 10 invites you to her friend's restaurant and she's working so she can't sit with you but it's all good because the bartender keeps your glass full with the owner's excellent blonde ale and then one of the greatest songs of all time comes on (Umi Says by Mos Def) and you smile with your eyes as you bite into the house made IPA BBQ wings and mac and cheese and you're getting stuffed so you wrap it up to go and they give you some Yorkshire puddings and a Cornish hen leg for the road and you know it was worth the trip to the deep east side because now you have a delish lunch for tomorrow and you pray to that little Cornish hen in the sky that you don't forget it at the bar or on the subway because that would be a fucking bummer and a half.