Trip to Restaraunt Leads to Melting Crime Scene
Trip to Restaraunt Leads to Melting Crime Scene
The extremely cold wind sent shivers all through my body. Opening the door to a red building shape like a barn, I felt the warmth as I enter. I notice canning jars filled with grape jelly and strawberry jam, sitting through out the room. Old photographs of trains, people, towns, and old baskets hanging on the wall. Sitting on the shelves are artificial red flowers, green vines, old dishes and jars. In the middle of the room sits a glass cabinet with perfectly backed pies. Blue and gold curtains toppers hang on the windows with blinds. There are lights on the ceiling and some are hung on the walls. The walls have a marble look that matches the tabletops. Both are trimmed in dark wood. The waitress is carefully caring trays stacked with dishes. People are engaged in conversation waiting patiently to be seated. There are ladies dressed in color coordinated outfits with jewelry to match. There are s variety of different shapes and sizes of people. People are dress in many different styles and colors of clothing and shoes. I hear shoes squeak with each footstep as people walk across the floor, also I hear the scraping sounds of chairs being moved back and forth. There are people laughing and eating at the same time. Noisy children are slurping their drinks. Parents are talking to their children about staying up too late. A lady ask for a fork that is not bent. My own silverware scrapes on the plate I eat. I listen to dishes clanging as food is being prepared and served. I hear the tinkle of money being dropped into the cash register drawer. There are lovers whispering softly which comes across like they are mumbling. There are some people complaining about how long it is taking for their food, while others comment on how good the service is. I inhaled the deeply aroma of the food makes my stomach growl loudly. I can smell the steaks on the grill and chicken frying. The aroma of coffee brewing fills the room. The smell of pies and rolls baking in the oven made my water. The honey and the syrup that sits on the tables smells sweet. The combination of smells make it difficult to decide on my menu choice. After standing for awhile, I appreciate the soft comfortable seat...