But please see this post.
Paul, I have the wrong memory in the old head, tell the waitress (assuming that it is my memory that is going and not the waitress's memory).
Ottawa, eh? So I guess that that meeting wasn't an experimental trip on GO Transit. I wonder who that was. I do recall driving up and down some hill looking for something or someone and not finding either, then in desperation pulling into a mid-sized mall and deciding to go to a restaurant.
My way in to the restaurant was blocked by a fellow about my age who asked me "Are you Chris" and I responded quietly "No, you must be thinking of someone else, y'Ken" and you, if it was you, looked Stuck, which threw me off balance a little.
I managed to do the switcheroo at the double doors ("No, after YOU"), and was able to give the nod and wink to the greeters (very short black skirt, my memory is sure of that), and things went downhill from there.
Seriously: Tell the staff that I do indeed remember a rollicking good lunch, excellent service, and most important of all, a relaxing meal.
:nostalgically:
Chris