October 23, 2017
The only people in Broadway Restaurant are two white-haired guys behind the counter, presumably someone in the kitchen, a waitress, an older black man, and a young-ish Hispanic fella in a wheelchair. I choose a booth in the window, realizing too late that I'm facing a big mirror. I look ghoulish in the bad lighting. I think passersby on the sidewalk pity me being alone on a Saturday night, eating a veggie burger (deluxe!) and fries, rather than at an upscale hotspot with flattering lighting. I pity myself for a nanosecond, until I realize there's nowhere else I'd rather be.