me leave without the perfect little black dress, a more casual sundress, and accessories that could be mixed and matched with what I bought. She said I needed to be prepared for any type of date I went on. Jeans for a sporting event, something fancy for dinner and dancing, and something for a picnic or casual affair. Not that I expected to have a date anytime soon, but at least I had some clothes that fit me that I could wear anywhere, not only on a date. When I couldn’t possibly stand another minute because my feet hurt so badly, she agreed to take a break for lunch. We hopped back in the Benz and she sped off to Bratz at around one o’clock.
Bratz was located on County Route 526. A large parking area was placed in front of the restaurant. The façade was red brick with large windows. Their sign was a deep red color. Inside was modern-rustic. The walls were painted copper and had barnyard-looking wood trim. Strangely, it didn’t have a country feel to it. There was a large bar area toward the back, which had at least twelve specialty beers on tap and over thirty varieties of bottled German beers.
The hostess escorted us to a booth not too far from the bar area. There was still a decent lunch crowd inside. I looked over the menu.
“Can I get you something to drink?” the waitress said with a large smile. She was dressed like a traditional German beer maiden straight out of Oktoberfest. Bonnie chose one of the bottled German beers. I noticed that they had Woodchuck Hard Cider, so I selected that since I’m not a big beer lover. “I’ll give you a few minutes to look over the menu while I get your drinks.”
“This is a really cute place,” Bonnie said.
“I have a confession to make,” I told her. “Tex and his wife were trying to play matchmaker with me and the owner of this place.”
“Really? What does he look like?”
“I don’t know; I didn’t ask. I said I wasn’t interested.”
“Well, it looks like he does a good business.”
The waitress arrived to deliver our drinks and take our order. The menu was very unique. There were twenty-seven types of bratwurst to choose from in two categories: traditional brats and exotic brats. The exotic list included ostrich and pistachio, smocked kangaroo, and smoked alligator. I opted for the chicken, apple, and cinnamon brats. Bonnie chose something more to her caliber of taste buds—the sweet duck and fig with a touch of brandy bratwurst.
“What’s the difference between smocked and smoked?” I asked Bonnie.
“Smock generally means to decorate.”
“So, decorated kangaroo?”
“I think I’ll pass on that.”
“Me too.”
“I have a question for you,” Bonnie said to the waitress. “Is the owner here? I’d like to meet him and tell him what a wonderful restaurant this is.”
I opened my eyes wide and kicked Bonnie under the table.
“What?! Don’t you want to see what he looks like?” she asked.
The waitress responded, “Oh, I’m sorry, he doesn’t work weekends. He’ll be back on Monday.” And she strolled off to the kitchen to place our orders.
Truthfully, I was curious to see what he looked like, but I didn’t want him to know who I was, so I wouldn’t have been so blunt as to ask for him personally at our table. I felt a twang of disappointment that I couldn’t check him out after all. I was clearly wrong about a restaurant owner having to work all weekend.
We finished our delicious meals and headed back to the island. It was nice to have a day out with a friend. I enjoyed myself. It was a much-needed tension reliever.
Chapter 6
It was Thursday night and I was inside the courtroom, setting up for the council meeting. My heart skipped a beat when I saw him. Officer Williams was scheduled to work the metal detector. He waved to me from the back of the room.
“What are you doing here tonight? Where is the guard?” I asked.
“Vacation,” he responded.
His blue eyes were dreamy, but I had to snap
Bratz was located on County Route 526. A large parking area was placed in front of the restaurant. The façade was red brick with large windows. Their sign was a deep red color. Inside was modern-rustic. The walls were painted copper and had barnyard-looking wood trim. Strangely, it didn’t have a country feel to it. There was a large bar area toward the back, which had at least twelve specialty beers on tap and over thirty varieties of bottled German beers.
The hostess escorted us to a booth not too far from the bar area. There was still a decent lunch crowd inside. I looked over the menu.
“Can I get you something to drink?” the waitress said with a large smile. She was dressed like a traditional German beer maiden straight out of Oktoberfest. Bonnie chose one of the bottled German beers. I noticed that they had Woodchuck Hard Cider, so I selected that since I’m not a big beer lover. “I’ll give you a few minutes to look over the menu while I get your drinks.”
“This is a really cute place,” Bonnie said.
“I have a confession to make,” I told her. “Tex and his wife were trying to play matchmaker with me and the owner of this place.”
“Really? What does he look like?”
“I don’t know; I didn’t ask. I said I wasn’t interested.”
“Well, it looks like he does a good business.”
The waitress arrived to deliver our drinks and take our order. The menu was very unique. There were twenty-seven types of bratwurst to choose from in two categories: traditional brats and exotic brats. The exotic list included ostrich and pistachio, smocked kangaroo, and smoked alligator. I opted for the chicken, apple, and cinnamon brats. Bonnie chose something more to her caliber of taste buds—the sweet duck and fig with a touch of brandy bratwurst.
“What’s the difference between smocked and smoked?” I asked Bonnie.
“Smock generally means to decorate.”
“So, decorated kangaroo?”
“I think I’ll pass on that.”
“Me too.”
“I have a question for you,” Bonnie said to the waitress. “Is the owner here? I’d like to meet him and tell him what a wonderful restaurant this is.”
I opened my eyes wide and kicked Bonnie under the table.
“What?! Don’t you want to see what he looks like?” she asked.
The waitress responded, “Oh, I’m sorry, he doesn’t work weekends. He’ll be back on Monday.” And she strolled off to the kitchen to place our orders.
Truthfully, I was curious to see what he looked like, but I didn’t want him to know who I was, so I wouldn’t have been so blunt as to ask for him personally at our table. I felt a twang of disappointment that I couldn’t check him out after all. I was clearly wrong about a restaurant owner having to work all weekend.
We finished our delicious meals and headed back to the island. It was nice to have a day out with a friend. I enjoyed myself. It was a much-needed tension reliever.
Chapter 6
It was Thursday night and I was inside the courtroom, setting up for the council meeting. My heart skipped a beat when I saw him. Officer Williams was scheduled to work the metal detector. He waved to me from the back of the room.
“What are you doing here tonight? Where is the guard?” I asked.
“Vacation,” he responded.
His blue eyes were dreamy, but I had to snap
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