We ate at Texas Road House this evening. The place looked very busy so Don dropped me off at the door to go in and get a table while he parked the car. They took one look at me and lead me to a table in their bar. This inevitably happens to us - we don't want to sit in the bar because of a past bad experience but we are most always led to the bar. Now I know it is me that looks like a bar fly. We did get a table in the dinning room and had a good dinner.
(I'm thinking that they should ask if a table in the bar is OK with the customer While we don't have any moral issue with sitting in a bar, just a past bad experience, some people do not want to be anywhere near alcohol.)
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