“How’s the salad?”
“Very tasty. The dressing has a nice tang.”
“You sound like one of the judges on Top Chef.”
“I like that show.” Starr hands her father the rest of her garlic bread. “When someone makes a mistake, you know it.”
“How do you think Reid Jessup would stack up?”
“Who’s Reid Jessup?”
I point to his name on the menu. “But I’m not sure it’s a real person. Maybe they just want to make the place seem fancier.”
“Why?”
It sounds condescending when I try to explain. “I’m fairly sure my patty came out of a bag of identical premade patties,” I say. “And fries and steamed veg don’t exactly require years of study with Julia Child.”
“Julia Child is dead.”
“It just seems pretentious.”
The server’s return saves me from the conversation thread. She asks Henry if he’s done and reach
