Flashback!

There is a small cafe here in our town which actually started out as a sort of coffee and tea house and a place for aspiring poets to go and hear themselves recite. We had never been there, but on a recent day, saw that they are now serving breakfast and lunch. So, not being ones who ever pass up an opportunity for a new adventure... we dropped in for lunch.
Shades of the sixties!! It was hippyville all over again from the very colorful walls to the somewhat beat-up overstuffed love seat & coffee table taking up a large area in the small 'cafe'. The tables and chairs were an eclectic* (translation: nothing matched) combination, and there was not much room to move about the room. The paraphenalia of the 60's (people with their bongs) had been replaced by people with their laptops. We weren't ever hippies, altho we did dress up as hippies once for a costume party; however, we do remember that era.
So, we stepped up to the counter and ordered... a salad and a sandwich, both of which involved chicken salad... than sat at a teeny table to await our repast. There was one nice-sized table there but it was covered with jigsaw puzzle pieces and hovered over by a very serious puzzle lady who did not welcome any company. After about 20 minutes, we were told that they didn't have any more chicken salad & would I care for turkey... and would Ramon care for salmon salad on his salad. He would. So finally, I got my organic whole wheat bread* (translation: very dense and very dry) sandwich and the Mr. got his salad with a blob of salmon salad (he swears it was tuna) and we finished up & left the sixties... hopefully for the last time.