Last night from the mouths o' babes

[lsanderson]

Last night on the way down from the semi-high aerie of the 9th floor where I work, I took the elevator all the way down to the first floor where the D'Amico's newest restaurant, Parma 8200, just opened on Friday. I asked to look at the lunch and dinner menu, and they, sharp eyed and straight, even toothed like most front-of-the-house, asked if I worked in the building. (I'm not sure how they ever guessed, unless it was the sleek black shoulder bag I carried or the fact that I descended not down the long, awkward processional stairway that descends from the second floor skyway to the parking ramp, but from the elevator bay. They brought me the two menus, in leather wrappers, and while I perused them, I asked if they were having a Grand Opening, since most restaurants like to start slow and work out the kinks before throwing money on publicity. "No," they said. "We had four days of training before we opened on Friday." I smiled, and got back on the elevator to the second floor rather than take the long, awkward processional stairway up one floor to the skyway for the parking ramp.