The Peacock 1923

"Who's hungry?" say I, and the place is open. We tumble out of the car onto the gravel parking lot, and our footsteps crunch all the way to the entrance.  The place is empty, save for Tommy and his wife Carey both slumped at the booth in the back on the comfy vintage vinyl upholstered sets, absorbed in their smartphones.  They together occupy the back seat facing the front, Tommy on the edge as though anticipating visitors. "Well here's a sight for sore eyes", shouts Tommy smiling.  "What brings you guys here today" "Well hello" rings out Carey, as though suddenly roused from a deep slumber.  We take the next booth. "We got some business to attend to at the mansion", says Carl as he takes a seat. "And you got hungry on the long drive from beautiful Vancouver and decided it's time to drop in on your pals here", says Tommy. "I'll do it", says his gorgeous wife as she slithers by him and heads in the direction of the menus.