A week or so ago, we checked out a Thai restaurant
not too far from the office that happens to be on
one of the possible routes home, and had a very
enjoyable meal. Last Friday, Victoria picked up
take-out to bring to the office as I was working late.
Again, good food, but she commented that the bar
in the restaurant had become filled with rowdy drunk
locals.

Tonight we paid another visit. My salmon
was uncooked (to the point there was ice in the center of it).
Things seem to have sadly taken a turn for the worse
at that place.
Topped off by the fact that the bar was indeed filled
with rednecks, offering conversational tidbits such as
"I've got a 45' in my glove box, if you don't shut up, I'll go get it"
and the jaw-dropping 'cant-believe-he-did-that'ness of folks
prepared to drive after having drunk way too much
(ironically: one guy was on his way to the hospital).

This place is going to take a while to get used to.