dinner at la indita
quietly bad service at La Indita (waitress was a "volunteer"), then huge hard-to-know-how-they-are-connected-but-apparently-a-family family came in and moved chairs and banged into me. We moved the table and then my chair to the other side of the table. I glared my fiercest glares but they didn't notice. Patriarch of the family was a fabulous furry freak grandpa in ochre overalls. Everything about him demanded strangulation but I thought I would spare Richard my arrest, the trial, the prison break, etc.