Roman and I arrived at Farmer's restaurant. As we walked in we waved to a few locals we knew. Most of which I see regularly at the Lobster shack. A plump curvy lady with thick black hair comes up and walks us to our tables. We sit and the she says, "Can I get you folks some coffee to start?"
I nod my head as Roman says, "Yes please."
She goes and grabs coffee as we analyze the menus. I could probably recite the menu word for word, but still I look. Even though I am looking at the menu and flirting with the idea of getting something different, I know deep down I will go with the same thing I always do. After we order, I know I have some hard questions to ask. Information will either make the decision easier, or it will make it harder. Regardless they need to be asked. My eyes make contact
