I was looking at you looking at me looking at you in the wall-length mirror at La Taqueria on Hastings last Tuesday. You (blonde, navajo-print sweater) seemed embarrassed by the mushroom mixture that trickled from your tinga de hongos taco as you took the first bite, but you recovered swiftly and with sass. I was the guy trying not to get creamy corn taco filling all over my black woolen cowl. I'd like to challenge you to a discreet sushi-eating duel - drop me a line, and we'll see who dribbles the least soy sauce.