Kombucha is a funny word. I swore I would never try the stuff. But as the saying goes, never say never!
It all started at Comforts, a nearby café/restaurant/deli (not sure what to call it), about two weekends ago. I was grabbing a couple of their famous Chinese chicken salads for lunch, when the person behind me in line made some silly comment about whether he was next. I forget exactly what he said. It was a joke about cutting in line… Somehow, I rarely leave a place without exchanging some words with at least one person in a store. (It just happens!) People seem to always want to chat, and I tend to chat back. It drives my husband crazy. He’s not much of a chatter.
