Brunch was a 16.9E cheeseburger. It killed me that I couldn't take unobtrusive pictures. A 70-something couple warmed their legs with their coats. She pressed her fork into her plate, capturing every crumb of dessert. A young British couple sat next to me, her lips boldly drawn in bright red, a dozen shopping bags between them. I pointed to her plate. What's that? "I don't know, something with shrimp," she giggled. "I mean, that's the fun, isn't it?"