I started working there when two bubba families partnered up and opened after it has been closed for decades.
Calling them bubbas is about the only way to accurately describe them.
Monster battered trucks, dirty kids, dirty hands and hardworking and at times preposterously ill advised and strangely kind and generous.
The work was hard. The dinning area tight and hot and no good breeze through.
You would need jump into a floor hatch behind the register to get supplies for the kitchen.
The supply crawl space was sand-floored and dusty and cobwebbed, dirty and hot.
One morning the less friendly but most business savvy of the partners was working behind the counter trying to help with dishes and side orders as I bussed tables and served.
Somehow we got on topic of dinosaurs and he stated they only went extinct because man was not in existence to maintain them.
I started laughing as I thought he was being facetious.
And he turned red and got curt with me and insisted that his theory was correct.
Got so angry as to step to me as I washed dishes and get into my face with his teeth gritted that he was correct.
