It's coldish. The Texas BBQ down the street doesn't care, has its inflatable-chicken-costume guy out there, hopping from one foot to the other. Four young Japanese women walk up to it, touch its wing; jump back abruptly when a voice comes from the view mesh.

They work hard at Cosi, much better theater than Chipotle even if they don't have that industrial-abbatoir look down. Best lunch theater in the neighborhood no question -- the raw bar and panroast counter at the Oyster Bar. It's like a luxury suite in the chem lab up in that vaulted ceiling piece. I empathize involuntarily with the workers at Cosi. I want them to feel free to be surlier.

Staples, now they are a model of ennui. The clerks sidle up to you and volunteer information about products similar to the ones you're scanning. Then they disappear. Perfect.