I might be making this up.
Sorry I haven't written, but I've been checking the blog every day. Miss Marple misses you terribly, until I feed her. The living room floor is varnished, the upstairs shower door is in, and the phone/TV/internet panel is mounted. I'll see you at SFO at 3:45pm on Thursday. Love, Dad
Greece was like that. They would bring you bread and butter (and the bread was usually inedible) then charge you for it. As soon as I started thinking of it as a cover charge, for some reason I was okay with it.
At least they didn't bring it unless you ordered it, here. It was just kind of a shock to see "Bread and butter: $4" on the menu.
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