The bartender shot out from behind the bar of the sandwich shop, and began scolding my wife about our stroller. We said we'd fold it, no big deal. She pushed us backwards towards the door, literally grabbing the handle and pulling backwards. Fold it back here, she demanded. There was nobody else there. My wife was fuming. I was hungry and tired. I laughed and told the lady she was absurd. I backed the stroller up to the spot where she pointed, a foot or so back, and I folded it at that spot. And we ate. And it was fine. For forty dollars, we ate sandwiches and got scolded. Cool.
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