“Okay, so let’s get it straight… The restaurant is actually just Annie serving dinner in a dining room where you sit at a table with all the other guests, and you pay for it? Or you can opt for getting takeout, but without a car in this snow and no cabs it’s not an option?” E.J. phrases the same question he has asked three times already a little bit differently.
“Yep, and apparently there aren’t that many guests. Just you and me, and the other gay dude she spoke about and another couple,” I answer.
I got all the information I needed when I went down to see Annie after my bath, my stomach rumbling. I was hoping for a place that could whip me up a quick pizza, but apparently dinner time isn’t for another hour or so, although there is a living room with a television, tea, coffee, and rusks all day long, which is free and included in our stay.