The service is going to be spotty around here for the next couple of weeks. You'll sit for hours before someone finally takes your order, your water won't be refilled, you'll ask for a glass of pink wine and receive a Shirley Temple instead.
All of which is to say, this week I'm busy, next week I'm on vacation. If not words, I'll try to post photos. For example, of the yachtsman's lunch.
Every day: turkey and Swiss on something white. Potato chips. A glass of OJ. If you think that's all kinda (literally) white bread, you should see the man on the dance floor.