Peace Restaurant
So, in Dharmashala, Marlee and I had breakfast at the same place every morning - the Peace Restaurant. The family that runs it is Korean and it was Mom, Dad, 5-7 year old girl, baby and GRANDPA! (my favorite). The family is a big reason why Marlee loved it so much and the food is wonderful as well.
Well, Sunday night we were kind of putting around and decided to take some chai so we popped in at an unusual time for us. Mom was nowhere to be found and neither was Grandpa. The baby wasn’t there either but also hadn’t been there that morning. So, Dad was overwhelmed.
He had Marlee and I help him (which was hilarious) so we were literally running food, clearing tables, taking orders and taking cash. Well, he got a little closer to me and I realized he was hammered - straight hammered. After a while of us running the place, I ran out to try and figure out our train and bus situation and when I came back - Dad was on the front step - horizontal, passed out and Grandpa was basically beating him. He was NOT happy with him.
Well, we continued to run the place, not speaking the language, not being understood and I am 150% positive we probably undercharged several people or charged them for the wrong food but we realized at one point, Marlee and I were the ONLY people in there - no Dad, no Grandpa, no cooks, no nothing, just Marlee and I, running the place.
What I am saying is that we closed Peace Restaurant down that night and it was awesome.
