If you remember, the day before, our car had slid backward into a partially petrified mound of snow. So, it wasn’t exactly the nicest looking vehicle in the parking lot. I looked back again as Stacks got in and pulled away from the curb and caught a momentary glance of the other red vested parking people. They were looking at our car and snickering to themselves. I wanted to go over and kick them all in the shins.
As we stepped into the restaurant my jaw hit the floor. I’d never seen a place so… well I can’t think of a lavish enough word to describe that place. All the walls were made of darkly stained wood; the ceiling looked to be made of gold and the floor looked to be some sort of stone encased within an inch of glass.