When Laura called at 1:25, I was sitting in traffic on Rt. 36 headed for Denver.
“I’m waiting in line at this Thai food stall,” she said, “There’s like 20 people in front of me. Should I order something for you?”
“Nah. I’m not hungry yet. Go ahead without me and I’ll find something when I get downtown.”
But when I arrived in the city 25 minutes later, then parked and walked to meet her at the corner of 16th and Stout, I was ravenous. And Laura was still four people away from ordering.
“It’s supposed to be amazing,” she assured me. Continue reading
