Quiet food

Turn down the noise.

Things have seemed very loud lately. Last week on my commute into the city, a woman eight rows behind me yammered for a full hour into her Blackberry about her boyfriend’s mysterious affliction. “Chuck’s skin is getting really weird –” she whined, as we pulled out of Stamford. For the love of god, I sighed. […]

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