hats, flip-flops and socks on display amidst the wine selection
Stadiapa Steps Out in Nikeys
My Dad wanted to head out to dinner to “The Steakhouse” on Woodville Road. The eatery sets across the street from an oil refinery and adjacent to an old, no longer existent Kroger store he used to service.
He forgot his shoes.
We ordered and on the way out I surveyed the dining room after washing my hands.
“That’s ok Dad,” I said. (I wore my Nikeys out, too). “One table of guys was seated with their ballcaps on. At the table next to them was a woman wearing her flip-flops with socks.”
I had the salmon with lemon butter sauce.
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