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booze
Yesterday I was walking down Wickenden street (having stuck up a bunch of posters) and was in front of Tokyo Restaurant when a guy parked and ran across the street towards me. "Hey, you!" he shouted.
I looked around but nobody else was nearby; apparently he was talking to me. "Huh?" I said.
"Does that place sell liquor?" he asked me urgently.
"What?" I responded.
"Tokyo -- does it sell liquor?"
I thought for a minute. I've eaten at Tokyo a few times, but I don't drink as a rule, so I wasn't sure. "Sorry, I don't know," I said. He nodded and ducked inside, presumably to ask someone who actually worked there and was not just randomly walking past it.
I looked around but nobody else was nearby; apparently he was talking to me. "Huh?" I said.
"Does that place sell liquor?" he asked me urgently.
"What?" I responded.
"Tokyo -- does it sell liquor?"
I thought for a minute. I've eaten at Tokyo a few times, but I don't drink as a rule, so I wasn't sure. "Sorry, I don't know," I said. He nodded and ducked inside, presumably to ask someone who actually worked there and was not just randomly walking past it.