The staff at The Hummus Place knew Matt Fried well. He was thought of as nice and quiet. There was no news of antics or acts of depravity inside the walls of his favorite food nook. He was known to order the mix of the hummus maschaba, tahini, and fava with whole wheat pita, hot sauce, and a glass of homemade lemonade. He never tried the beers there. One waitress remarked that he would come with work: a book to read, writing in a notebook, or he’d just watch people as they passed by on the street. Always polite, and tipped well.