So, I have to sit down at the bottom of their stairs on the marble banister holder waiting for my colleagues. While I am waiting people pass by and give me funny looks. But I have to meet my folks -- where else can I? If they come up in the elevator they will not find me in the lovely noisy boite outside. The capper was as I waited looking like a fool, a couple emerge down the Campbell Apartment stairs. The man is not wearing "sneakers" but is wearing crappy jeans. [Chowhound]For more stories from Eater, go to eater.com.
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