We met up with Candy Casey for dinner, near Conrad Schnakenberg & fight practice, settling on Sunrise Diner.
What a hole.
OK, food was average, and I will say service was prompt.
Service was MORE than prompt because those guys wanted us the FUCK out of there. I don't know if it was appearance, service dog, post-work demeanor, the fact we talked about SOPA & NDAA, or what have you, but every step was a hustle along. I also haven't caught so many dirty looks since I was actually delinquent, let alone a grown-ass man with a job.
So, Sunrise Diner just past Wantagh Ave on Sunrise Highway: you managed to tell three adults of means that we weren't wanted, and I'm passing that on to my 400ish Facebook contacts and hundred-or-so G+ people. Congratulations.