trendy

I sit, waiting for 6:00, so I can don my black baseball cap and perfectly pressed white chef's jacket. People watching, listening to customer's comments.

Young high school kids, oh, it's so cute!

Hipsters in clever hats feeling surrounded by their favorite self indulgent sophistication.

New or soon to be mothers, prattling on about organic food and its oh so many benefits.

The spotlight over every table, like rows and rows of stereotypes that make me giggle.

Trendy. Hip. The place to be? I don't even know what to call it. I just know it makes me crave dim lighting and a bad ass beer list. Maybe even a cheap formica table or two.

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