我和迈克尔几乎不知道女侍者是什么时候把菜端到我们桌子上的。我们坐在纽约市第三大街一家闹中取静的熟食小店里。我俩正谈得火热,甚至闻不到片刻前端来的薄饼卷的香味。事实上,薄饼卷耷拉在酸奶油里很有一段时间了。我们谈得过于开心,竟忘了吃。 Michael and I almost do not know when the waitress brought the dinner to our desk. We sit in New York City, the third Avenue, a quiet delicatessen shop. We are talking fiery, and can not even smell the aroma of the pizza rolls coming to the front for a moment. In fact, the pancake roll was pulled in sour cream for quite some time. We talk too happy, actually forgot to eat.