This restaurant was the scene of one of the funniest and best nights out that I have had in a while.

And this evening proved that an easy going guy with a great sense of humor is highly underrated.

Notice these chairs. My date was not a large man but definitely a man, none the less.

As we walked in and saw that these bar tables were the only available seating in the restaurant , we both shot nervous glances around the room and scanned the bar for empty stools; no luck.

So we sat, precariously balanced, on fancy “stools” designed for speed not comfort.

As we tried to maintain eye contact and to pretend that actively balancing oneself was quite normal and comfortable, my date started to descend, ever so slowly.

By the time the waiter came by my date’s chin was just inches from the top of the table.

Trying to maintain our composure took everything we had.

When the waiter arrived to take our order; also pretending that the scene was quite normal, we burst out laughing with an intensity that rendered us inaudible; silent, frozen, mouths agape, tears streaming down our faces.

An older couple at the bar, who had watched this whole scene with empathetic horror, motioned to us that there were two available seats; sturdy seats, at the bar.

We quickly maneuvered our selves off our perches and settled in comfortably offering thanks to the couple for rescuing us.

The rest of the evening went well. The bartender took care of us and made sure that our glasses were full of champagne all night long.

My date never lost his smile and enjoyed his meal of scallops and crab cakes with elbow room to spare!

Our Bartender