Macaroni and baloney (Tuna fish, our favorite dish)

So yesterday I met Petunia in town for some pre-anniversary fried pickles at Cambridge Common. We sat down at our table, placed our orders, and took in the mid-90s vibe that saturated the place last night. As I impressed Petunia with my word-for-word knowledge of “Ain’t Nothing But a She Thing,” our pickles arrived and we started to eat. A few minutes later, we were ridiculing Right Said Fred’s “Too Sexy” when we heard a different sound break in; it was the table behind us with an acoustic guitar, a violin, and 2 idiots pinging their spoons on their water glasses. They played softly at first, but before long they were full-on jamming. I felt like I was in Fame and we were doing the “Hot Lunch Jam.” WEIRD, right? Before long, a man at another table yelled at the group to shut up, which they did. On their way out, one of the musicians complained, “We’re in a public place, and this is the way we communicate with each other.”

I didn’t snarf, but I came close.