During the holidays I had an outrageous restaurant experience that ended with the one and only cook in the place quitting. I was with my daughter at a two-top in a quaint, 35-seat restaurant for lunch. There was a group of eight women at one table, and a family of six at another. That's it. The only server working was a 35-year-old guy with long brown hair and a beard. He was a laid-back stoner dude who should have been surfing, not serving. From this point on, I will refer to him as ...
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