3The wind was picking up as I headed for the Jaded Pavilion to search for Mona and to grab some lunch, although not necessarily in that order. I turned my coat collar up and made the twenty-block trip from my office to the restaurant in good time.
The c***k eatery looked dilapidated from the outside and predictably proved a dump inside. The frayed, discolored leaves of an ancient potted palm slapped my face as I opened the door. I returned the favor, flooring and then kicking it repeatedly. My toes hurt, but I think the plant got the worst of it.
I was hoping for some slit-skirted broad to slink up to me with a menu in hand and show me to a table. Any table. None of them were occupied. I waited, but no broad. After a quarter hour or so I concluded that actions speak louder than words, un
