So many goats.
Guest: Bob B.
Rating: ★★★★★
Look, I’m not usually the one to write these things. I have a restaurant to run. But Linda insisted, and she’s currently trying to teach a mountain goat how to harmony sing, so I have a minute.
The place is nice. It’s... it’s really nice. There’s this fireplace that goes all the way to the ceiling. It’s very sturdy. I stood next to it for a while just to feel like a man who owns a very tall pile of rocks. It made me feel grounded. Unlike Gene, who is currently using the loft acoustics to see how quietly he can make a fart reverb travel after I yelled at him for yelling… then Linda yelled at me for yelling at Gene who was yelling… The acoustics are great.
But the animals... oh my god, the animals. We haven't even been here a day and I’ve seen more bighorn sheep than I’ve seen customers on a Tuesday. One of them looked me right in the eye through the window. It was judging me. I think it knew I flip burgers for a living. It had a very authoritative rack of horns. It’s a good spot. It’s quiet, except for the kids, and it’s got a lot of nature. I’m gonna go now before Louise tries to bring a goat inside.
