Adios, Ice Cream (and Bye, Bye Restaurant Guests)
The first time I ate at the restaurant in which I now work—the only time, actually, prior to employment—was the day of the “Man Hunt” for the Boston bomber. I remember this clearly because I had been shopping at the Providence Place Mall, having had my credit card declined at the Verizon store (twice, … Continue reading Adios, Ice Cream (and Bye, Bye Restaurant Guests)
They Call Me Fushilou 