Emily, the waitress at Big Boy, was telling me how to avoid the always troublesome transition from the North 170 to the North 5. I recognized the route as the one I take if I'm picking up from Porto's on the way home (which is rare.)
She said, "I love those guava and cheese strudels! They're so good!"
Oh, they are. Later that morning I got to thinking about those and the Pan con Lechon (fabulous pork sandwhich), so I went around the office taking orders. Ah, the flutters! The cries of guava strudel! potato ball! Cubano! butter cookie!
They're so good on the same day they're made. I stopped by Big Boy in the middle of the lunch rush.
"Emily!" I said, finding her next to an empty table, "I went to Porto's!" I handed her the small waxed white paper bag.
"Oh, I love you honey!" she laughed, taking it, "See you tomorrow!"
As I made my way back to the front, the waiter D tapped on his watch and shook his head.
Hee hee! Fun.
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