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It was Saturday around 2:30 when I was getting ready to go to a concert. I had a little time to spare and I had no idea how long the concert was going to last so I figured I might as well get something small to eat. There was a restaurant just down the street from the venue so I decided to walk in and try it. I was immediately greeted by a waitress cleaning a table across from the entrance. She said, "take a seat anywhere you would like and I will be right with you." I sat down with my friend at the closest table and she walked over. Before even handing us a couple of menus, she informed us that all the meat came from just forty miles outside of town and assured us that the cows were all grass fed. I thought to myself, "this feels a little too much like Portlandia." The restaurant was fairly quiet and there was an old moped hanging from the wall.

The first group of people I had saw included two middle aged gentlemen. One had long hair tied in a pony tail and wore a visor, while the other just had a normal haircut. Both were eating burgers with "frites." I think we all commonly know them to be french fries. It seemed as if they were old friends because they both spoke while chewing their food and looked comfortable with one another. It looked like they were comfortable. To my surprise I actually overheard them talking about Portlandia as they scarfed down their food. I laughed as I heard them attempting to quote the episode.

There was a family sitting at a table with a high counter top that resembled something you would find out of a bar. It looked like a newly wed couple that had brought their infant, which was lying in his carrier on top of a chair. The child was asleep and the parents ordered burgers with fries.

I'm not going to lie, that looked like a pretty mean burger but I was rushed for time so I ordered a side of over priced fries. They were pretty awful but I continued to eat them.

The last person that was sitting in the restaurant was a middle aged man. I'm not sure why he decided to dine alone but he looked happy nonetheless. He arrived just a few moments after my friend and I so I was able to hear what he was saying to the waitress. He was flirting with her, and from the looks of it, it was working. I saw her blush and smile. He started off ordering water because he wanted a moment to peruse the menu. The waitress came back with a large swing top bottle and a small glass topped of with ice. She poured the first glass. The man ordered a double patty burger with fries. He told the waitress, "light salt on the fries." She nodded and walked off into the kitchen.

I looked at the time on my phone and asked for the check. Before exiting the restaurant, I looked over and saw everyone enjoying their grass fed burgers. I regret not ordering one.