Perhaps you’re a dim sum disciple of the venerable Yank Sing located in downtown San Francisco, but there’s plenty of other places in the Bay Area to snack on this delightful Chinese fare.
He sat next to her on a long bench. He complimented her outfit, saying something to the tune of “I really like your skirt. It’s so… Third World.” When this failed to win her over, he stepped things up by making a comment about the food on her plate:
“Ahhh, keen-waaaah,” he said with deliberate flair. “That’s an ancient grain, you know.”
Frankly, if any man said this to me, I would have been automatically intrigued. Was he kidding? Was his field of study ancient grains? Was he really that interested in my diet?