A few weeks ago, I was bullshitting with a friend who shares a passion for food and music. We agreed the two seem to go hand in hand, but since then I've been trying to discern actual ways they commingle and affect my life. Some of my favorite songs—"Nobody Knows" by the Tony Rich Project, "Too Close" by Next, the remix of Ginuwine's "In Those Jeans"—are shameless, vapid Top 40 R&B hits. Still, KUBE 93, like lunch, provides me daily nourishment. Right now I am obsessed with singer T-Pain, whose current single, "Bartender," chronicles his crush on the lady serving him drinks. T-Pain is the same man responsible for last year's genius track "I'm N Luv (Wit a Stripper)." I feel T-Pain; I also fall deeply for people in the service industry.

I recently took myself out for a perfect solo dinner—Manhattan, glass of wine, Kobe beef carpaccio, leafy greens with bread crumbs, fresh tuna meatball pasta—at La Medusa (4857 Rainier Ave S, 723-2192). The stunning quality of La Medusa's ingredients aside, my meal was taken to the next level by my fantastic, warm, and effortlessly knowledgeable server, Donna. Donna answered all my questions about the pasta dishes, even giving insight into how things were prepared and spiced, gushed excitedly about meatballs, and intuited my need for large amounts of ground black pepper. It's possible that I was just intoxicated by the truffle oil smothering my carpaccio, but for a moment, I was definitely in Luv Wit My Server.