"What's your favorite restaurant?"

My bride took me to a cooking demonstration last week. Two hours with Chinese Master Chefs specializing in Catonese cuisine. It was excellent. Incredibly entertaining.
Sitting next to us were two pleasant, young Chinese women. My first thought, Do they speak Chinese? My scond thought, What's their favorite Chinese restaurant in Omaha?
I learned a lesson in my twenties that I hold back in asking certain questions. At a friend's wedding, I bellied up to the bar next to a classmate I hadn't seen in years. She was wearing a big flowing dress and looked heavier than I remembered, so I thought, pregnant! and said, "Hey! When is your baby due?" As soon as I asked I knew she was, um, not pregnant.
She wrinkled up her face, stared at me, then said, "Did Joe's Uncle put you up to this?" I was frozen. Solid. Couldn't utter a word. "Did he?" she persisted.
"Um, yes," I said and she went off on what a jerk he was being about the dress, smiled, gave me a hug and said, "Good to see you!"
Since then, I try to gather more information before asking questions.
In this case, one of the women asked the chef a question in Cantonese. Bingo! They speak Chinese. Turns out they are both from Hong Kong, one a professor, the other married to a professor. One of them is expecting her first child in June.
And their favorite Chinese restaurant in Omaha is Gold Mountain.
You're welcome.
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