Bubby’s is a homey little restaurant that tries fairly hard to hide how hip it is. Today I heard the following exchange between a grown man and his five-year old son once his mother left the table to use the bathroom:

“Well, I love her, so at the end of the day, I’m going to give her what she wants.”
“What does she want, Daddy?”
(sigh) “Three bedrooms.”

Oh, the materialists of this city. How they drive their men to have conversations with their children who are far to young to understand their implications.