Gee, DAD, the Tribeca Grill sure does look like generic office space to me. How did you get this table on such short notice? Did you just... buy a table and put it here? In the office? Does anyone actually work here? I don't smell food, and the bread basket on the table is filled with crumpled up balls of printer paper. What's for lunch? Is it sugar packets and powdered creamer on a paper plate you found in the break area? I definitely need a drink. Where's that waiter? And why are you wearing a waist apron?