As a Korean-American foodie who resides in West Oakland, I’m lucky that there’s a slew of fine eateries not too far from our home all along Telegraph Avenue in Temescal.
Archive for November 13th, 2008
A few months back, I was buzzing around my restaurant, busy as usual, when I was stopped by one of my managers.
“Hey, I need you to get me a black napkin for Angie,” was all he said.
“A blaaaack naaaapkinnnn.” He had slowed he speech down as though speaking to one of his small children. “We’ve got some downstairs with the rest of the linen.”
In the eight years I’d worked at the restaurant, I’d neither seen nor heard tell of such a thing. Why on earth would Angie want a black napkin?