FUNNYACCENT: May I Have Another Mini Vacation, Please?

I almost picked up the phone and called the office to ask a director for another two days off. It was Wednesday noon in Brooklyn, New York and I had such a wonderful time away from work. If it wasn't for a word I gave to one of my clients to accompany her to a district court this morning, I would've had proceed with the plan.

We left Boston on Friday night to Pocono, Pennsylvania for a short trip. The next morning we had a huge and delicious breakfast at Chew N Chat Diner in Blakeslee.

I had veggies omelet loaded with spinach, onions wild mushrooms, two slices of tomatoes and dry wheat toast. B had spinach omelet, rye toast and home fries. We also shared a super duper Belgian melt-in-a-mouth waffle. I was positive the waffle was tastier than any waffle I had before. I wonder if away-from-work air did the trick.

As I was sipping my coffee I asked B if he had noticed anything difference in a diner. He looked around - at the walls, floors, patrons, waitress, interior decorations.

"They have too many cabbage dolls and wooden little men on the wall."

"What else?"

Our sweet waitress zoomed from the counter and eficiently placed three plates in front of us. She poured more coffee and moved to the next booth.

"Look at our plates Buu, what you don't see?"

B's fork stopped halfway from stabbing his omelet. "Buu, I'm so hungry, tell me your observation while I eat."

As I attacked of my toast I shared with B my observation:

The edge of our plates were wiped clean- no grease, no bread crumbs, no tiny pieces of dark-foreign objects-from-the grill.

Half of his omelet was gone when B's hit a jackpot.

"The cook is a woman.....hmmm... this is all women diner."

B slapped his forehead.

"I should have known the moment I saw how clean our plates are. You always wipe the edge of the plates, Buu."

About an hour later we left Chew N Chat, full and happy. We drove back to New York in the evening on the same day. The traffic turtled as we approached Holland Tunnel, a tunnel built under Hudson River connecting Jersey City, New Jersey to lower Manhattan. Holland Tunnel is named after Clifford Holland a pioneer in tunnel construction. The sun was setting when we hit Canal Street, in China Town.

The next day we crossed Manhattan Bridge and drove around the Village for three times looking for a small recording studio owned by B's old friend that no longer exist (we learned about it on a third round).