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alessandro’s: a review

after visiting alessandro's, an exclusive new restaurant, i was reminded that first impressions can be very deceiving. alessandro’s is decorated in the type of quirky, funky artwork that i love to look at. one work in particular caught my eye—a stark black and white photograph of a dog eating with a knife and fork. i enjoyed looking around the restaurant so much that i didn’t notice that it took the hostess 15 minutes to bring me a menu. after i finally had the opportunity to browse the menu, i noticed something strange. there were no prices listed on the menu. i looked around for a waiter or waitress to ask about this unusual practice, but i could not find any waitstaff in sight. in fact, it was another half an hour before my waiter arrived to bring me a much-needed glass of water.
when my meal arrived, i was impressed by the pleasing visual arrangement of the food. this warm and fuzzy feeling was soon replaced by shock and disgust, however. my food must have taken so long to arrive because the chef was busy draining the ocean for enough salt to make the soup inedible. he or she must have then spent another few hours overcooking the chicken, while skillfully managing to leave the bread raw and doughy in the middle. the fact that my waiter never returned to my table prevented me from being able to return the meal to the kitchen. when i finally grew tired of pushing the inedible food around on my plate, i searched until i found the restaurant manager. she was coldly polite as i explained the mysteries of the disappearing waiter and the beautiful but horrific food. without offering to provide another meal or locate my waiter, the manager handed me my bill and told me that i should find another restaurant on the block to meet my high standards.
i left the exact amount of the bill (fortunately paid for by this newspaper and not out of my pocket) and took the manager’s advice. i ate a delicious steak and baked potato at joe’s grill down the street. unlike their over-priced and unfriendly neighbor, joe’s grill earned my unqualified approval.

1. why does the author most likely use an informal tone throughout this review?

question 1 options:

a)to show that the overall experience was pleasant

b)to let the reader know not to take him/her seriously

c)to mock readers who like to eat at alessandro's

d)to develop a personal connection with the reader

my youngest friend
by a. gautam

years ago, i was forced to travel with my grandparents in a train. i say forced because i was an unruly child of nine who felt like a teenager. i was in a hurry for everything all the time. to my surprise, i learned to lean back and relax when my compartment presented me with a strange surprise. next to me sat a beautiful child who had not yet grown any teeth or acquired words to express herself.
the boredom of the trip had inspired me to play peek-a-boo with the little girl. before an hour had passed, the little girl had become my new best friend. she pulled my hair if i did not look into her direction for more than five minutes. my spiky hair—shaped like mountaintops as a courtesy of my father's gel—had become her new toy. the little girl even found my cheeks appealing—like a plush toy. her parents had trusted me to feed her some grapes my mother had packed for the trip. before that encounter, i had never desired a sibling.
hours had passed, and the young family motioned to me that it was time for them to get off the train. my heart sank and stood still. i had grown to love the little girl as my own baby sister—perhaps, one who existed all these years without my notice. she cried and shrieked when she was pulled away from me, and i suffered the rest of my journey in silence.
before i knew it, my vacation in seattle was over, and my grandparents were taking me home in the same train. to my surprise, our fellow passengers were the same young family i had met a month back. the little girl—my youngest friend—was napping on her mother's lap. i eagerly waited for her to wake up and play with me. meanwhile, i thought of interesting games to play. when she would be old enough, i would write to her—i had thought it all out. when my little friend woke up, she looked at me as if i we had never met. she cried when i patted her head and went back to sleep. she had no memories of our friendship.

2. which line contributes to the sentimental mood of the story?

question 2 options:

a)"her parents had trusted me to feed her some grapes. ."

b)"she had no memories of our friendship."

c)"before i knew it, my vacation in seattle was over. ."

d)"i was in a hurry for everything all the time."