Edward T.
Yelp
At one time, I worked in the area, and every couple of months after that gig ended, I'd come back to have lunch with one of my former co-workers (now friend). He'd come from Newark, I'd drive in from Basking Ridge, and Florham Park represented (in our minds, at least) a half-way point. We'd break bread, catch up on what was happening in our lives, compare likes and dislikes (he's a bigger fan of Charlie Parker than I am, although I respect Parker enormously; he can't understand my attachment to the Ramones and the Stooges, but isn't necessarily disdainful of it), contemplate past loves and potential future ones (he still bugs me to "hook him up" on a date with a young woman I was friendly with but who was, and is, happily married, and has kids; he updates me on a young lady I liked, went out with a few times, and who later became a prison guard, and was recently arrested for allegedly beating a prisoner along with several other guards...so much for the future of that potential "romance"), discuss politics (he gets agitated, being a black man from Newark, when I bring up the "angry white guy syndrome," saying, "Eddie, what are you white people so angry about? You think your average angry white guy has more to be angry about than the average black guy...or gal...from anywhere , anyplace, in America? Let him try to raise kids in Newark if he wants something to be angry about!!" Point taken, although I think it's more of a class issue than it is a race issue and the powers-that-be emphasize the racial issue in order to keep people from focusing on the class issue...but I digress...as usual..), religion (he's religious, I'm an agnostic, although I have great respect for the enormous mystery/majesty that is life and existence on this planet), etc.
It's always a healthy, respectful, mentally invigorating back-and-forth (and we agree on much more than we disagree on), and before we know it...meal is over, it's time to go, and we depart, usually saying to each other, "We should do this more often."
(So much for the unusually verbose autobiographical prelude...)
Thanks to Covid, its been well over a year since we last met. Usually when we met in the past, we ate at a "natural" Mediterranean themed restaurant (the name escapes me; I didn't mind eating there occasionally, but I wasn't a big fan overall) next to the Kings. When we met last week, that restaurant...which had been at that location for a long, long time...was gone. A casualty of Covid, I guess. We decided to try China Chalet (although Nonna's is across the street, and I like them, he wasn't in the mood for Italian).
The restaurant is impressively roomy, and masks were required. We were led to a corner table. Prices are pretty steep, and we ordered from the "lunch special" menu. I ordered a "noodle with chicken" soup. My friend ordered egg drop soup and a side dish (what is was escapes me now). The waiter brought a pot of tea and 2 glasses. Which is what I remembered from sit-down Chinese restaurants (it's been a long, long time since I was in a sit-down Chinese restaurant). We weren't brought water, or asked if we wanted anything else to drink, which surprised me a little. Maybe they're cutting back because of the Covid crises, but...water? A glass of water? We also weren't brought those crisp noodles they usually serve with soup, along with the accompanying duck sauce. No noodles for the soup, no duck sauce.
The dish I had was large, and filling. It didn't have a great deal of taste, but since I'm a "glass half full" kind of guy (not really), I figured maybe it was because it was more "naturally" prepared. No artificial ingredients or flavorings. Maybe. Or maybe it just didn't have a great deal of taste...period. I mentioned to the waiter that I was interested in dessert. There was a dish listed that consisted of 2 small cakes with a red paste (can't remember now what it was actually called). I asked about it, but the waiter didn't encourage me to order it, saying something along the lines of, "I don't think you want it," or "It isn't for you." Ok, whatever. I settled for a dish of vanilla ice cream. Nice, but I could have gotten that at the supermarket.
We were presented with the check, and 2 fortune cookies. They weren't rushing us out of there (the place was pretty empty, so what would have been the point?), but we decided to move our conversation to the sidewalk outside. Beautiful day, the meal didn't leave us hungry, and we had a nice, long conversation on the sidewalk outside.
I asked my friend, "What did you think?" He shrugged. I guess that's my reaction too. Not necessarily bad, but...yeah...I've had better.