She came in, solo Japanese gal. The bartender, Nicholas, who is very excellent I’ve discovered, which is why I come here, says: Happy Hour just finished. Would you like to see our regular menu?
I just want your blue cheese stuffed olives, and a glass of water, says the girl.
Nicholas looks momentarily askance, then recovers. He hands over three stuffed olives pronged on a toothpick, normally used as garnish in their martinis.
The girl eats them, slugs back the water and walks out. Nic looks at me wide-eyed. I laugh.
She came just for the condiments, I say to him.