Here was the dilemma: choose something from the bento menu because it’s bento-time and I’m a bento-person, or get the namesake Ganso ramen. What could I point to and say, that, that is the special. M. got the ramen so I went for the bento and learned what panko-crusted meant. We talked about work and we talked about kids and the work of kids and the you’ve-got-to-be-kidding of work and finally I put my money out on the table and that was the necessary bait for the check so I could pay up and get back to my office on time, whatever that means on an academic summer day.