The Williamsburg address still ringing in my ears, I opened the door to the German Schnitzel tavern.
"I'll take two of whatever he's having." I told the counter operator, indicating my brother in law.
"How goes it, Sid." Said my brolaw, taking a bite of his pretzelcraut.
"It's the same old with new flooring." I told him. "But I must admit, everything is inversely better."
I got my ten point beer, viscous as a chocolate coffee.
"Have you tried their whoopie cakes?" My brolaw asked.
"No. I never have."
"They're fantastic. Red velvet."
"It sounds wonderful." I told him.