Not to mention the Father's Day experience was crazy. It's hard to go into, but our parents are works of art, let me tell you. My h chose the restaurant, which triggered his father, a WWII decorated veteran who is nearly 100 years old to start reliving his bombing the Nazi's. And my mother immediately became adversarial with the waitress, who was dressed like St. Pauli Girl, and gave my mom attitude (you do not do that to The Queen!). Today she said she was sure the girl spit in her food. My son called the dinner Inglorious Bastards, the dinner.