bobski
Hunter
a friend invites you to a night out for dinner. you drive 3 hours to get there. its at a rustic hippy kind of urban byob place to eat where everyone wears tie die and dirty ball caps. ya know...sorta like what you find in n.c. these days.
its smack dab in the secluded hills of the Ozarks. no downtown, its just a shack across from cemetery on the side of a narrow mountain road.
owner graduated from culinary school of n.y. so he aint no beginner.
you pull up and find out the place is an old abandoned country store converted into a restaurant. tin roof patched here and there, been open 5-10 years, old pickup trucks with dogs walking around outside, you think twice...but go in. once in...you see the flames from the grill and hustling waiters delivering sea bass, gourmet kinda stuff and holy cow steaks. no booze on tap, you literally walk in with your own. a guitarist and jug player are playing folk blue grass in one corner, elbow room only, and people are q'd up outside to get in. (you just made it and got the last seat.)
food is served fast, the owner makes his rounds and knows the friends you are visiting, you compliment him for his guts to make a go of it and tell him how great the food was. your wife was really pleased. you pay your bill, step outside to be on your way and the owner is outside and stops you.
he tells you a dirty joke in front of your wife and hosts.
what do you do?
1. punch his lights out?
2. say goodbye and never return?
3. laugh and be one of the guys?
its smack dab in the secluded hills of the Ozarks. no downtown, its just a shack across from cemetery on the side of a narrow mountain road.
owner graduated from culinary school of n.y. so he aint no beginner.
you pull up and find out the place is an old abandoned country store converted into a restaurant. tin roof patched here and there, been open 5-10 years, old pickup trucks with dogs walking around outside, you think twice...but go in. once in...you see the flames from the grill and hustling waiters delivering sea bass, gourmet kinda stuff and holy cow steaks. no booze on tap, you literally walk in with your own. a guitarist and jug player are playing folk blue grass in one corner, elbow room only, and people are q'd up outside to get in. (you just made it and got the last seat.)
food is served fast, the owner makes his rounds and knows the friends you are visiting, you compliment him for his guts to make a go of it and tell him how great the food was. your wife was really pleased. you pay your bill, step outside to be on your way and the owner is outside and stops you.
he tells you a dirty joke in front of your wife and hosts.
what do you do?
1. punch his lights out?
2. say goodbye and never return?
3. laugh and be one of the guys?