Calvin's upright picture of the bar. Take note of the brunette to the left, standing at the bar. That was our loyal waitress, who scared the bejeezus out of a little girl one morning while we were there. A couple came in with their little girl, and as the couple moved forward to take their table, the little girl stood in the entry. The parents called to her, but she refused to move, so they said, "Okay!" and continued on their way. The waitress leaned down to her and said, "Would you like some hot chocolate?" The little girl got an absolutely TERRIFIED look on her face, screamed bloody murder, and ran as fast as she could to her parents. I started cracking up along with the waitress, who looked at me and said, "Yet another good reason for me to not have children of my own."
