Where is my entree?

Did lunch with Trish,  Raghu and PY at a place in town called Smoky Jack. Trish is a rekindled bff and she was ever her old self; ultra bubbly, fast-talking and ridiculously funny. She talks like a train on greased rail.. If ever there is a tongue marathon, she will win hands down. Thats why she used to rap Eminem songs back in college. Raghu is a tiny-appetite guy who watches what he eats, unlike us who eats whatever that is dead or not moving, as long as it is covered in BBQ sauce. PY is a middle-aged woman who is our constant reminder that age cannot take away your sweet innocence. And I, I was the hungry guy who almost ate the menu. 

 The place looks way cooler than my lousy Nokia phone camera can produce. It is supposed to resemble a moody spaceship metal junk hideout but thru the low def camera, it looks like a run-down recycle shed of a lost era.

"Ask not what you can do for your country. Ask what's for lunch.” - Orson Welles

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