What's up? Seated in the most...

What's up? Seated in the most private balcony booth on a recent weekday PM, in a 30 minute span we were interrupted by three (different) waitresses, two bus boys, and one manager. My ardor thoroughly cooled and waiting for the French hens/turtle doves to appear, I concluded that the apocalypse was indeed upon us when the freakin' shoe shine guy barged in. Somebody post when the heat is off. Until then I'll be elsewhere. Gotta downshift big time from my previous rating.