worst restaurant experience

My worst restaurant experience that i have encountered was probably at a sports bar in St. Louis. We had been out for most of the day and the sun was criconing above, high in the sky. The thermometer had peaked at 104 degrees early on around 3pm and let me stress this. It was not getting any cooler, if anything the temp was rising. I remeber walking down the cobblestone roads that lined the Mississippi. The entire day had been spent outdoors except for a few exceptions. I began to feel like a fish when you place it on the ice. Laying out in the open with the sun reflecting off the ice and baking your skin like a skillet on a hot summer day after breakfeast at our camping site. Not to my surprise i wasnt the only one feeling this way. My cousin and his parents were dreading this heat as well. The clock above the cathedral still chimed at the beginning of every hour. It sent piercing soundwaves across the city seven times before silencing itself. A few blocks down was a commonplace to find a good bite to eat. According to my uncle it had some of the best jazz in the midwest. Home to many blues muscicians over the years its sweet melody soothed its customers as they enjoying delicious harty old American meals. We sat down for ten minutes before panic struck. A couple of St. Louis Cardinals fans, dressed in Mark McGuire and Albert Pujols jersey stormed the front door with guns. Instantly i hit the deck, scared half to death, it was only five minutes but it was the longest five minutes of my life.