Now why in the hell did I agree to go to an Ice Cream shop to eat lunch? I was a starry-eyed idiot, and the place looked exotic. The gal behind the counter had great tits. There aren't any places that look like this back home in the far Western Suburbs of Chicago.
I ordered a Salad and a Steak Sandwich.
In an Ice Cream shop.
It was awful.
It cost me $40. Canadian.
And while the counter gal was lovely, she was a lousy waitress
To be fair, I also had Ice Cream and a Cappuccino for afters that were fine.
So one star for the food, and one for the floor show.