My kids and I were the only customers in the Middle Eastern restaurant in the middle of uptown. The teenaged boy behind the counter had just brought us our falafel lunch special. In walked a young woman in jeans and a pretty headscarf. She was carrying a large paper bag by the handles. She walked behind the counter, where she and the boy exchanged a few words ("Was that Spanish?" asked Oscar. "No, something else," I told him). An aproned man, an older woman, and a younger teenage boy came out of the kitchen and greeted her.
The young woman pulled out of her bag, one by one, half a dozen steaming-hot "everything" bagels from the bagel place up the street. The family sliced the bagels in half, piled them high with gyros meat and yogurt sauce from the restaurant’s steam table, wrapped the sandwiches in squares of foil pulled from the box behind the counter, and devoured them standing up.
The falafel was good, but I wanted some of that…
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