_____You pull out your pager and pretend to read a message. "Listen, baby. I have to make a telephone call. Save a dance for me?" Delores rolls her eyes at you and starts back towards the pool tables.
_____Your gaze sweeps the crowd twice before finding Carla wedged into a corner. She is sipping on a tall, red drink, head bopping to the music. There is no sign of the other woman, so you make your approach. "Hey Carla, what's going on?"
_____"Hey." Carla's slight southern accent caressed your ears. "How are you?"
_____"Fine and you?"
_____"I'm doing okay." She frowned. "Actually, I'm starving."
_____ At the mention of food, your stomach growls. Suddenly, you need to satisfy a different hunger. "You know there are a couple of decent places nearby: a 24 hour deli and Sabrina's Cafe. Want to grab a bite?"
_____"I have to let my friend know that I'm leaving. You pick the place and I'll meet you there in about 10 minutes."
_____You can get a nice, thick sandwich from Samson's Deli. There is a table or two in the back, but, with dingy yellow walls, its not the most romantic place in the world. Cozy and intimate, Sabrina's Cafe is one of the most popular hangouts in the non-bar going lesbian community. It has a tendency to get crowded though, especially when Black Lesbians Loving Leather (AKA BL3) do a poetry reading.
_____You can have bad lighting, an Italian cold cut sub, and Carla all to your self or you can have great atmosphere, a mozzarella and sun dried tomato sandwich, and a crowd of horny black lesbians.

Sampson's Deli

Sabrina's Cafe