Around 11:30 a.m. this morning a young woman ordered the chicken, a tea, and some fried balls, probably with cheese in them, at Via Carota on Grove Street.
She tasted the balls, but she appeared to be disgusted with them.
Then the chicken came.
She tasted the chicken but she appeared to be equally disgusted with the chicken. In general the food at Via Carota is more than edible.
I would say that the woman couldn't eat because she was overcome with sadness.
"We should do something," I whispered to my beloved one. "The woman next to us is in pain. Invite her for a drink. Seduce her."
"No," my beloved one answered.