now frozen in the timelessness of slowly falling snowflakes. Vehicles were passing very slowly, and the few people who had been on the streets had now vanished. I overheard the restaurant manager talking with some of the bored staff about whether to close early or send some of them home. The snow was only coming down heavier, and apparently he had also heard that some of the other businesses in town had already closed due to the worsening weather. I never heard what decision he made, but I a young family of five was seated shortly before I left, so I guess they hadn’t decided to close as of my departure.

My French toast arrived rather promptly, I assume because the chef didn’t have any other orders to cook. My opinion of the taste was that it was just typical French toast, nothing special, nothing horrible, and nothing that I would make a point of ordering again.

Now that I was eating and facing back towards the center of the dining room instead of the expansive windows, I examined the details in the room for the first time. The decor has a very clean look, with simple lines and black accents on a warm yellow background, yet with a slight western flair hinted at by things