B. had seen this new place up the block, just past Rice, outdoor seating. I said, What’s it called? She said, I don’t know. I said, What kind of food? She said, I don’t know. There’s virtue, I guess, in just being new. We grabbed a table outside in the back and I ordered the avocado sandwich and B. had a breakfast burrito. We talked about work and the implausibility of vacations. Where are all these vacation bargains everybody’s talking about? Your fourth night free at a $300 a night hotel just isn’t that much of a bargain, you know?  Our plates came with tiny side salads (very salty, very oily, B. skipped hers, I downed mine) and homefries (also salty and oily), I guess because they were still serving breakfast. Joint was jumping by the time we left, and I heard the waitress dishing out apologies for tardiness. The kitchen is slammed, she said, over and over again.