We rarely go out to eat. Today we went to 40 Green St to celebrate Father's Day. The experience was ruined by one of the people who worked there, who spent the whole time telling a co-worker about an accident he was in that involved a lot of blood and broken stuff. In a loud, grating voice. Followed by an egotistical discourse on some of the many things he was really good at. We could not get out of there fast enough.