Some rules are meant to be broken.

Like the one at Marston's retaurant that says you can't substitute a piece of their tasty cornflake-coated french-toast for regular, plain 'ol toast. Someone did it for me the last time I was there and simply charged me extra, which I didn't mind paying. But yesterday, Oh no! God forbid they give me a single piece of the french toast in place of sourdough! Our sweet but newbie server asked the manager if she could and the manager sternly told her no. To make her point, the manager then came to where Molly & I were sitting and stated that she was very upset to learn that someone had indeed done that substitution for me previously, and if she knew who it was, that person would be fired. We sat, surprised at the fervor in her voice while she quoted restaurant policy, when suddenly I saw the server who had done this for me last time walk past us to pick up an order, oblivious to the fact that her very future rest in my hands...Suffice to say I didn't reveal the identity of the traitor.

So instead, I chose the Denver omelet and did in fact enjoy my sourdough toast even while I gazed longingly at the deliciousness that was my desire.

You see, we sat at the counter, which meant prime viewing for all of the platters of french toast waiting to be delivered to hungry mouths.

As we were paying our bill, the manager returned, still looking somewhat shook up by my revelation of mutiny on her staff. For my trouble and frustration at not being able to order my single piece of french toast, she offered free dessert; I chose the raspberry-peach cobbler to go. I bet that free cobbler cost more my single piece of frenchtoast...