This is one of the very first CASH ONLY restaurants patronized that does not take bank cards. When making the reservations earlier this evening whomever spoken to, mumbled something over the phone unintelligible to make out whatever said?? So, presumably did not take heed. Then waited for my colleague to arrive and head over to this restaurant for the 7:30 reservations. Upon arrival I moseyed into the main dining area where we were greeted and asked if the reservation was indoors or outdoors? It was indoors. There was a larger table directly across from ours with up to 17-18 hospital employees dining. An admixture of Chinese-Americans, East Indian fellows, Hispanic, and a few other decisively ethnic Caucasian males and females all seated together in a conference styled manner facing one another—at the tables pulled together. It wasn’t long after we were finally settled in and had ordered wine that there was this unmistakable chatter led by one of the young ladies leaning over stating « He’s a man? Right? » « No. He’s a Man who identifies as a Woman … » and the Chinese doctor in hospital scrubs chimed in to confirm their seance, about this individual. Of course seated as closely as we were overhearing the entire conversation, word for word per verbatim. It obviously smacked of true ‘heterosexism’ given the age distributions between these young ladies discussing that relevance (23-29), and the males anywhere from (24-29) at most. Very mature for their age and intelligence, yet what was so defining that it helped identify how consensus among those within a «unionization » can sociopolitically conjure up make-believe responses and clear cutting facts as if it were in fact undeniable. Gathering that this (like AOC) and other Democratic Socialists, rely heavily on solidarity—to settle differences in factors affecting judgement calls and identifying individuals in their perspective realities like gay males do to each other or within the broader context of American ‘Woke’ acculturation. Evidently it’s inescapably more strident to contest how the labeling garners « sexual discrimination » or plainer make-believe ad hoc psychodynamic biopsychosocial déterminants to render their consensus to score unsuspectingly against another. Like The Boston Tea Partyers—movement. In any event this barrage of laughter and answers that filled the entire evening as we sat having our say with our meal on the premises. What became more ad nauseum was the malcontentious nature surfaced as normal standardized protocols. Round table discussion. Briefing and conclusion all mete out in a matter of moments— suggesting this is how Mt.Sinaï placed that identifier on my Discharge Summary as one being a « 61-Year Old F-T-M  recovering from Covid-19». Of course, ultimately perhaps the semiotics were untimely but the recursive was indeed brought to topic literally in my presence as one of the same reasons. It appeared my colleague’s efforts to keep me from lending insight from them than spending more time on a prefixe meal or ordering items separately. Leaving certain preponderance about everything in the long term questioning, even the meal. Aside the horrendous defame made by these hospital employees as a whole, the physician included, albeit aiding the young ladies to “think harder and more clearly” seemed utterly distasteful for ever having chosen coming there for dinner since it wasn’t a place normally we would patron. On the other hand, this restaurant has a high popularity among the Westside residents and is well established. Though when it came down to the tab, not realizing they took cash only left me no alternative than to walkover to 86th & Columbus to go to the bank. Which for the amount of time and undesirable effort to and from this establishment was secondary to not really a terrific place to dine after all was said and done in that duration. Freely being there anti-sociably with these other Asian people. It’s unimaginable to also predicate your views at strangers and using every means to dissuade. One place I would not recommend whatsoever.