And boy was I hammered by the waitstaff with questions.
Let me start of with I go to this restaurant probably every other Sunday with my Daughter and we have done this for a couple of years. Now back to the inquiry, I went by myself and everyone there was asking where my daughter was, they just kept at it! They wouldn't let it go, I felt so embarrassed with all of the attention brought upon me.
Oh, as always no mention of the pistol on my hip. The east egg, Mattawan.
