Lunch at the Logan Square Darling’s

Fellow metblogger Sherri and I met up for lunch today at Darling’s Cheesecake Cafe (why don’t they have a website?) up at 21st and Spring (I think it’s Spring anyway, between Race and the Parkway). Lunch was more than edible, in fact it was quite yummy. I got a sandwich called the Chicken Heloise, which had big chunks of white meat chicken, a slab of melted cheese, roasted red and banana peppers and horseradish sauce. I think it was supposed to have avocados on it as well, but I didn’t notice until I was half way through and didn’t feel like getting up and complaining. Sherri got the tex-mex, which was a nice-sized bowl of near-chili, served with melted cheese and tortilla chips. Sadly neither of us got any cheesecake.

It was nice to sit in the pool of sun that came through the large windows and catch up on the things that are going on in our lives. There was one really strange thing about the experience, though. We’d been sitting there for maybe ten minutes when a group of four got up to leave. It looked to be a set of grandparents, a daughter and a grandchild. The older man left, along with the mother and small child, but the older woman stayed back to wait for her husband to come around with the car. But instead of staying in her seat, she waited for him standing right next to our table. Like 18 inches away. It made for a very strange conversation dynamic because we knew she could hear everything we said and yet she totally ignored us, as if we had never been there at all. And she stood there for nearly 25 minutes while tables all around were empty.

It was sort of odd, like those times when you are all alone in a movie theater and the next person who comes in decides to sit right next to you. You can’t exactly tell that person to leave, but you also wonder why they’ve decided to challenge society norms about personal space and appropriate behavior.

1 Comment so far

  1. Carrie (unregistered) on March 29th, 2007 @ 2:07 pm

    Oooo I know what you’re saying. I was at the movies last week and there were only half a dozen people in the theater. Wouldn’t you know it, a woman comes in a few minutes late and sits right next to me. WHY??? Why do people do that?



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