The hollow clang of ceramic dishes tossed, one on top of another. The sing song of voice echoed throughout the cafe, calling out orders. Servers were swiftly moving from table to kitchen to register to table. Impatient, but friendly, the servers took order after order, making recommendations. At times, they directed the novice patron to specific menu items, ones that their type are more likely to enjoy. Their Mandarin was perfect, or seemed so to Lacy. Lacy looked around her and saw tables packed with young people. Everyone was looking down at their cell phone, with heads popping up every…