Things only a minority can notice

Sandy and I went to a new (to us) restaurant for dinner over the weekend. It was a french bistro called Cafe Leot (or something) on West 13th and 6th Ave. It's not a spot we would usually hit up. The crowd there is old- over 30. Like, people with actual incomes and can afford ~$25 entrees. I only found it because I really wanted to have good Belgium frites and this place got pretty good reviews for it from New York Magazine.

They sat us way in the back (like the back corner that's tucked in) which I didn't care or think much about at first. But then a little into our meal, they sat another Asian couple right next to us in the corner. Sandy and I both instantly tried to contain our laughter. It's so great to know someone who can think on the same wavelength as me and can appreciate/see the humor in such situations.

I'm sure it was pure coincidence that they sat the only 2 Asian tables in the entire restaurant (and it's a pretty big restaurant) next to each other in the back corner. They weren't even close to capacity either. What's even more funny is that a little bit later they sat a gay couple next to the Asian couple next to us. And one of them was Asian! Again, Sandy and I couldn't help but try not to laugh.

Well, the food was pretty good. I had the burger and frites. I can say that the frites were worth it. They are about as good as the ones from Metro Marche, which is my favorite. I haven't had them in a long time though, so I don't remember if they are better. Will be going back there in the future and hey, the back isn't so bad. It's less noisy than the front, where the bar is.