I used to say that the bread that's brought ahead of a meal at CPK was
part of a social experiment — for two people they'd bring three
pieces of bread. Three people, four pieces. My assesment was that they
wanted to find out who'd be dick enough to eat the last piece.
This is how you find out who your real friends are, by the way.
This location, apparently, does away with the mind games and let's you
get right to the good stuff. Bread.