(The Restaurant – sub-part 1 of 2)
As I probably mentioned, I was staying in the Sheraton Crescent Hotel in Phoenix. It is a bit out of the way of a lot of eateries, so a few of us had the hotel concierge arrange for the hotel shuttle take us to a restaurant and pick us up at no charge. We did tip the driver, though.
I will not cover the food here, as I have just eaten right before writing this and will be forced to go into the kitchen and overeat if I go into detail about the food.
What I will cover are the ordinary people in Arizona. Just imagine something like this happening in California!
Imagine three out-of-town strangers walking into a restaurant with one of us proudly wearing a loaded sidearm and the other two declining to state what they may or may not have been discretely carrying. Nary a head turned as we walked in. We stood in line to order and made small talk with others in the line. A real friendly and polite bunch of people were in that line in spite of the slow service.