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I came today at around 2:00 p.m. with my son, a non-magic waitress, we feel like we're disturbing her especially when I'm forced to go back to see her and ask for some cuts to eat my salad. waitress' answer, sorry we don't have any more, so how do I eat with my hands? Well, I'm gonna go get you some, no need to write his kind air or the breath that goes with it. And then you're gonna put them on the counter. I think you really need to change your profession, sorry to have bothered you during your conversation with a gallery vendor. It would also be nice to clean tables full of crumbs!