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Picture this: A quaint French cafe in the middle of Chelsea. Cozy tables arranged outside below large umbrellas. Servers with French accents. Larger than life cups of cafe au lait, fresh French bread, creme brulee. And a giant hole in the street being filled with tar.
Which thing doesn’t belong?
If you guessed creme brulee, you’d be wrong. If you guessed the tar, you’d be right. The WBC was treated to all the sights, sounds, and smells that road construction can offer. We watched as the giant hole was dug, we watched as it was filled with tar. We watched as the NYPD showed up to request to see the permit for said road work. We watched as the crew began to dig another hole further down the street, we watched as one crew member almost got run over by the backhoe, and we watched as the smartest crew member realized that the back door to the dumptruck wasn’t locked. We watched as tar dust wafted over to our table.
Dining outside was not our best move. Were we still able to judge the food? Did we even get to eat before we passed out from tar fumes? Let’s see how it all unfolded.
Attendees: :jump_to_Reid:, :jump_to_Shelley:, :jump_to_Sylvia:, :jump_to_Andrew: