The Josephson junction is designed so that electrons must obtain additional energy to surmount the energy barrier. It was found, however, that some electrons simply tunnel, as Heinz Pagel put it, “right through the wall.”
Abey had stopped banging on the elevator button and was trying to pry the elevator doors apart. I went out the side door and up to Hollywood Boulevard. David’s restaurant was near Hollywood and Vine. I turned the other direction, toward Grauman’s Chinese, and ducked into the first restaurant I saw.
“I’m Stephanie,” the waitress said. “How many are there in your party?”
There was no one remotely in my vicinity. “Are you an actress-slash-model?” I asked her.
“Yes,” she said. “I’m working here part-time to pay for my holistic hairstyling lessons.”
“There’s one of me,” I said, holding up my forefinger to make it perfectly clear. “I want a table away from the window.”
She led me to a table in front of the window, handed me a menu the size of the macrocosm, and put another one down across from me. “Our breakfast specials today are papaya stuffed with salmonberries and nasturtium/ radicchio salad with a balsamic vinaigrette. I’ll take your order when your other party arrives.”
I stood the extra menu up so it hid me from the window, opened the other one, and read the breakfast entrees. They all seemed to have cilantro or lemongrass in their names. I wondered if “radicchio” could possibly be Californian for “donut.”
“Hi,” David said, grabbing the standing-up menu and sitting down. “The sea-urchin paté looks good.”
I was actually glad to see him. “How did you get here?” I asked.
“Tunneling,” he said. “What exactly is extra-virgin olive oil?”
“I wanted a donut,” I said pitifully.
He took my menu away from me, laid it on the table, and stood up. “There’s a great place next door that’s got the donut Clark Gable taught Claudette Colbert how to dunk in It Happened One Night.”
The great place was probably out in Long Beach someplace, but I was too weak with hunger to resist him. I stood up. Stephanie hurried over.
“Will there be anything else?” she asked.
“We’re leaving,” David said.
“Okay, then,” she said, tearing a check off her pad and slapping it down on the table. “I hope you enjoyed your breakfast.”