Chester always had time to sit with customers and tell a dirty joke or three. I spent more nights there than I'd like to admit between 1997-2001. One of my best friends was a waitress there and, by extension, I was friends with every waitress. I think every girl in that group of friends waited tables on occasion because it was a good, but hard earned, $100-$120 per night in tips. And free fried mushrooms for me.
I lived with my cousin at the time, and one time we were there, and the Back Page Austin Chronicle hooker he ordered the night before was there with a guy. We both recognized her immediately and she shot us the "don't say a fucking word" look immediately. Always wondered if she had a boyfriend or husband and the guy had no idea.
Took my dad there one time he came into town shortly after I turned 21. We walked in, and all the waitresses rushed to give me a hug and brought us a bucket of Miller Lite without me asking, which was my standard at the time.
Dad: "How are your grades this semester?"
Me: "Well, I'm learning a lot."
Dad: "I can imagine."