“Waiter!” Mr. Krankowitz barked. “Bring me fish and chips. Lots of it!”
Mr. Krankowitz couldn’t remember the last time he’d been to a restaurant, fancy or not. And this restaurant promised to be something special.
On Sunday evening, Mr. Krankowitz dressed in a coat, hat, scarf and gloves. He tap-tapped along with his cane up Sunny Lane, toward L’élégant Restaurant.
The entrance was very fancy. Mr. Krankowitz marched inside. Right away a waiter was at his side. “Good evening, sir. Please take a seat, sir. Let me take your coat, sir.”
Mr. Krankowitz nodded. He approved. He removed his coat, hat, scarf, and gloves, and handed them to the waiter. The waiter led him to a table for one, and handed him a menu.
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