Restaurants ran down both sides of Jefferson Street, most of them chains. Scattered among the McDonalds, Burger Kings, CVS Pharmacies, and gas stations were local businesses.
As we neared the restaurant, Haley stopped talking and asked, “What kind of restaurant was it?”
“Basically fine dining. A steak house, I think.”
Off to the right I saw the building, a long building, decorated to suggested a cabin in the woods — fake wooden logs for the walls, a big, glowing sign that said “Grand Lake Steak and Fine Dining” next to a picture of a buck.
I turned the car into the parking lot.
“Oh, this ought to be interesting,” she said.
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