This morning I whispered in Mr. Right's ear "should I eat some cereal or do you want to go get Dim Sum?". When he said I just rocked his world, I took that to mean Dim Sum.
We headed off to Shangri-La with Princess in tow. Note to self: picky 10 year olds won't eat Dim Sum no matter how hungry they are. I thought cute little appetizers were a win win, turns out not so much.
But before we left, I had an interesting conversation when I called to see if we needed reservations, with a Chinese guy named Toby (really?).
Me: Hi, do we need reservations for Dim Sum?
Toby: Not if you come now.
Me: Oh, how about at 12:30?
Toby: For how many?
Me: There are 3 of us.
Toby: no, we never take reservations
Me: k.... thanks?
It was yummy but the next time it will be just the two of us. There will be some research first too (did she say chicken feet?).