Chapter FifteenRace thanked Paige, our tall and lanky server, after she placed midnight-black espressos and decadent desserts on a fine white linen tablecloth sporting stains resembling Rorschach inkblots. The décor at Bam-BooBoo reflected the prices: expensive. Bamboo [of course] melded with gleaming brass panels and vibrant stained glass, while a large bustling open kitchen featured copper shelving, designer kitchenware, and an etched glass wall. Plush and comfortable seats featured—what else?—bamboo designs.
The opulent place smelled of spices and fruits, roasted meats and sautéed seafood. Dinner had started with ginger-glazed pork belly followed by scallops in pumpkin sauce, served with a pleasant Pinot Gris. Seated by a long tall window, Race and I enjoyed a fabulous view of Central
