Yesterday, I had a craving for soup dumplings from Green Bo (Actually, I had a craving two days ago, and couldn't stop thinking about it). Green Bo is a small restaurant and if you go during peak eating hours, there's a good chance you'll have to share a table if you want to eat before your stomach implodes. Josh used to be squeamish about this, but he's gotten over it (mostly). To be honest, I used to be anti-table sharing as well, but the temptation of cheap soup dumplings is too strong to resist, and it's not like we have to live with our tablemates.
We were seated immediately at a large table across from an older Chinese couple that was just finishing their meal. Soon after we sat down, a middle aged white guy sat next to Josh. We were polite, and the guy made a couple funny comments about people not wanting to sit down at our table anymore because he wasn't dressed well enough.
As we began eating, we continued to make polite conversation with the guy. Apparently, he was a bit of an amateur gourmet and told us about his latest creation of squid ink pasta served with scallops, shrimp, and squid topped with tomato curry. A few minutes after that, a French family walked in and he noticed they had a French map, so he spoke a few words to them. The mother from the family later came over and asked the guy for help in ordering their meal. I heard him ask her if she spoke Italian because he was better with that language, but she didn't, so he muddled along as best as he could. Later, he and Josh got into a political discussion. I usually don't like it when Josh gets into political discussions with his friends or family because it feels like he's trying to be antagonizing. I know it's because no matter what the discussion topic, Josh likes to play devil's advocate and argue the opposite side even if he doesn't feel that way himself. I was especially against Josh doing his usual "I was a political science major and now must flaunt my expertise" routine during lunch with a stranger. Thankfully, the Clinton-Bush thread was short.
We also learned that this guy was a brother-in-law to one of the professors at our law school. It turns out his entire family was a bunch of lawyers, only he was the black sheep and freelancing in some type of non-lawyerly work. He told us not to mention we ever met him if we ever had this particular professor because she'd probably drop his grade (I checked this particular professor's rating on Ratemyprofessors.com when I came home and found out that she's an awful woman, so I'll make sure to steer clear of her). We soon discovered that the party of three who were now sharing our table was also a bunch of lawyers fresh from the courthouse a few blocks away. On a side note, the three lawyers had each, uninterestingly, ordered the same dish.
Yeesh, I can't have soup dumplings without tripping over some lawyers. I'm sure this isn't a healthy attitude as a future attorney.