{:style=color:red} 🚧🏗️ Page Still Under Construction >Chips. Salsa. Unrequested. Free. > I stopped the waiter. “We have not earned these.” > “They just come with the table, man.” > ...My friend warned me. “Don't fill up on chips, dude.” > ...I know the rule now. I have made my peace with the basket. One basket. Two at the most. > Who am I deceiving. There is no number of baskets I would refuse... --Nobunaga ,[_We Sat at a Table in a Bright, Loud Eating House_](https://wandering-nobunaga.com/stories/we-sat-at-a-table-in) {:style=color:red} 🚧🏗️ Page Still Under Construction