Never feel sorry for yourself for having the discipline to work on the weekend. Making money and growing is a good thing. Put in those hours and take some more trips!
I think the FBI is in the hood. Two black Suburbans parked across from the restaurant with dudes in crew cuts, shitty suits, and ear pieces milling about. The federal building is a few blocks away. Not sure what passes for a field office in RI (I know Boston has a huge one 50 miles up the road), but maybe some shit is about to go down? That would be exciting. Unless they're coming to bust some of my cooks, but their work permits are all in order, as far as I know. Maybe they're coming to take Homer away. That would be exciting, too... or a least a fun phone call with my wife.
An anecdote from QI. President De Gaulle and his wife were at a state dinner in Britain. Madame De Gaulle is asked what she wishes for the most. "A penis," she replies. An uncomfortable silence follows. Then President De Gaulle leans over to her and says, "Non my dear, it is pronounced 'happiness'".
Prob not a smart idea. And they're already gone... not crossing get-detained-by-a-federal-agency off my bucket list today.
Its the presidential detail - they are checking your restaurant out as a good place for Potus to meet with the russian ambassador on the down low... he's heard good things about your veal
Been there, done that, haha. Obama was here some years ago, which was before my time. One of his daughters went to Brown, which is maybe half a mile away. They shut the whole joint down for that. And the rest of the block. And all the side streets. And the air space. And... you get the idea. Our mayor, governor, senator, and congressman just walk in and sit at bar, which is soooooo Rhode Island. People will openly heckle them and they heckle right back. We're all inbred, so it ain't even a thing.