Pho and Fallen Leaves

Dear Restauranteur,

Just so you know, RantWoman's indulgence in grease is well-documented. Ordinarily RantMom eschews grease much more fastidiously than RantWoman, but last night, RantMom suggested hot grease from your establishment. Ordinarily RantWoman would be too happy to indulge.

However, RantMom got hit by a car recently in the traffic mess that is your corner. We are VERY glad that RantMom is already up and around and thinking about dining on grease. RantWoman, however, is seriously twitchy: RantWoman is not crazy about your driveway ahead of the corner. RantWoman is not crazy about the street crossings. RantWoman is not crazy about the pedestrian route off the sidewalk to your front door. RantWoman is not crazy about all these things in daylight; by the time the RantBabes would have been ready to dine, it was already sure to be dark.This is why RantWoman suggested Pho and remindedRantMom there is a good option a short walk from her apartment.
Perhaps we will visit your establishment another time.

Sincerely RantWoman.


RantMom had originally proposed grease because it could be gotten takeout and toted to her apartment to feed our planned voting party; the hour got late with other matters and RantWoman's brain cells were going to be less in evidence than she prefers while exercising the franchise. That is another reason RantWoman suggested Pho and voting another time.

Pho turned out to be agreeable, a good idea all around but the RantBabes had another "uhhhh," moment thinking about getting home: cross the street, ride the bus one stop and repeat RantWoman's twitches above, or do one simple street crossing and brave the soggy leaf mess on the same side of the street as RantMom's apartment. Guess which one RantWoman lobbied hard for. RantWoman is very glad RantMom was agreeable. RantWoman does not think quite all the leaves are down but she really wishes property owners would keep the sidewalks clean.