But the guy knows he's been heard, and he's not budging. I take a step back, and sneak a glance at the guy's face. I wonder whether there's going to be a fight. But the guy just looks humbled and begins nudging his tray down the stainless steel counter toward the cashier. A minute later I spy Larry coolly tong up a cob and plop it onto the guy's plate.
Nobody says a word.
And the problem is you never know for sure where you stand. A friend of mine who was horribly traumatized by junior high school cafeteria experiences swears the atmosphere at Valois is worse. Another friend swears the food is worth it. All this to say that when you begin eating here, go with a shrink who is a regular.