The table was the place where you and your family would sit at and talk. Yeah……talk, you know, communication. Not too long ago, cell phones were suitcases and calling someone a twit was grounds to get fucked up, there was communication. One of the main places to have such communication was at the dinner table. The kids would get the silverware and placemats and place them on the table. Food is 10 minutes away from being done and the smells of spices and half-burned rice coming from the kitchen. Then when you heard "food's ready" you would push your kinfolk down a flight of stairs to get at the table first. No love lost, just a muhfucka hungry and need to eat. Then once everybody is at their seats, it's time to chow down.
