It must have been five years ago when it happened. We had just seen the pixar animation movie CARS, and the family piled into the minivan for the short ride across the parking lot from the mall theatre to the mall restauraunt. It was one of those franchises that seem to gravitate to malls but are caught in orbit at the edge of the concrete parking area. The place had the ammusement-park feel of a constructed reality, retro-diner style. Evereywhere there were bright lights and colors and plastic and suburbanites.
We were all very hungry and anxious to get at our food, but the place was jam-packed so we had to wait a while before we got a table. Once at the table, we had to wait a while to order the burgers. FINALLY, the order was in, and we could relax, continue to salivate at the plates brought to our neighbors, converse, do anything we had to to pass the time.
Mary and I were too old to get free crayons and a colorable place-mat, so we just sat there looking around. Our eyes scanned across the tables; here was a young mother trying to get her toddler to eat a chicken nugget; there was an older couple sitting quietly across from each other nibbling on the plate of fries they shared. All typical people watching experiences for a mall restauraunt. And then, at the same fateful moment, we both looked over to the table kitty corner from us and our eyes settled upon the same kid. And what we witnessed gave birth to this project. A monumnetal FIRST BITE.
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