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Dane
It’s Saturday morning, and Toby came to the bar with me because he wants to earn some extra money for the new Xbox football game he’s been begging me for. He’s washing the tables down while I sit at the table reserved for my dad and his friends, although, they haven’t been coming as much lately. Probably because they’d don’t agree with the grill.
I shake my head recalling the conversation when I originally wanted to get permits to open a restaurant alongside the bar. He never understood why the bar wasn’t good enough, but I knew there was an opportunity for growth with how much the tourist season had increased. I mean we’ve opened more bed and breakfasts, and I might not agree with it, but large hotel chains have inquired about opening up in town. Town council will never let that
