wises at the president suite

i'm not referring to my place, but it is close enough. it is a small breakfast-lunch-early dinner place that opened 1 or 2 months ago, downstairs in the building next to mine. it is sad, it is always empty and started with coffee and muffin for 2$ but had to cut it down to 1$, bad time for this kind of business! actually the location is kinda odd: not on the main street (so out for sat and sun brunches) but close to the train (good for take away coffee and breakfast). But it is not fancy at all or, better, it is not attractive: a place without identity you will never stop by. i did, few mornings to taste their muffin: the first time the price was 2$ and i payed only 1 for the muffin (i cannot drink american coffee, no matter the type); the second time, the priced was 1$ for the combination but i did not pay .50, the muffin itself was still 1...
whatever, yesterday night i stopped by i am not sure why, it was 11:10 and i've never seen it open at that time before. i had been wanting hummus so bad in the past 4 days that i thought it would be an opportunity, trying to stop by and check if they had it. The owner and the chef were inside, talking, everything seemed to be closed and done for the day. they looked at me and i hooked at their look to ask if they would serve hummus. the chef looked at the owner then and the owner asked me: to go? i said yes and he explained the guy what to prepare.The conversation started. he told me that they closed already and were talking about how to change the menu as they had been in the business for almost 2 months and it was time to renew it. I nodded all time long listening at the place's story and the people's meanness to his luck while i was waiting for my so craved hummus...and it finally arrived. a bag of hummus, i though it would be a small portion, while the fill in a bag with so much stuff i felt like ready to go pick-nicking: there was a huge plastic plate with hummus and taini, pita bread, pickles and spicy sauce. i payed, keeping nodding at his stories when he stopped talking (for the first time), looked at me deeply and said: "Are you coming from work? You seem tired. You work hard, ah? you should go sleeping,take some rest.". i laughed, while i recalled his words, said couple of minutes before, when he told you cannot work 13-14 hours a day in a place like that...and i decided to answer:"i worked 35 hours in the past 48 ...you right (wise man) i need some sleeping"

posted by io @ 9:01 AM