so we're in chinatown, and laurie wants to go to the asia garden restaurant but we can't find it. we're wandering the streets of chinatown, laurie's mom busts out the blackberry wireless web access device to try and find asia garden in the listings (it didn't find anything). finally we located this elusive restaurant and discovered that it went out of business. so being the lone token asian guy, i am automatically elected to choose a new restaurant for us to go to. my pick? taiwan cafe.
we order up a storm: calamari, scallion pancakes, pork, duck, ma po tofu, and chinese watercress. surprisingly, we finished most of it. the dish that had the most untouched portions was the duck, too much fat and skin, not enough meat. of course once again i am the last person eating. and once again i am apologizing, but i point out that am actually savoring every bite because i am such an epicurean. when the check arrives, laurie's parents treat us to dinner, laurie and i split the tip.
after dinner laurie retrieve the car from the garage, we get in, and she drops me off in harvard square (i suggest she should just slow the car down to a crawl and i would just roll out matt houston fall guy style), where i then take the bus home and walk the almost half a mile from the bus stop to my house, looking at the stars above in the dark clear suburban night.