Leaving hotel in city such as New Orleans to get into my car and try a restaurant famous for chicken and waffles, but I couldn't seem to get to it. I passed it to pull into the parking area of a new KFC with brighter than usual red signage thinking I will just get something to eat here, but I pulled out the parking space determined to go to the restaurant. Next, I just found myself going through a door that seemed to be an old shed with red old paint and old debris everywhere in a small area. I walked toward what looked like a window/door that was blue stained glass to attempt to go across the street to the restaurant but I couldn't see. A man came in from the same direction that I did and went through another door which I followed to come into a dining area of a very nice large antebellum home/restaurant with people seated and eating. People were seated ordering chicken and waffles. Two older women were sitting at a table ordering soup to go. After looking at a white document, the owner looked at the women to say their bill was $0. Determined to go to the other restaurant, I got up and passed a young girl named Favor - about 9 - appear from a large fireplace. I followed the child up about 5 stairs to a bedroom with varying hues of blue. She climbed on the bed to look out the window to see the other place. A man that I seemed to know but I didn't know came in to tell the girl to come out. I walked out of the front door and the man followed me telling me that the restaurant I was going to was not that good, yet he accompanied me across a busy road to the restaurant. We entered through what appeared to be an alley and the restaurant seemed closed, but when we went in, there was a very long line of people waiting to place orders with a woman sitting at a wooden table. The man with me walked directly up to the table as I stood there. He leaned over to say something to the woman. Although I couldn't hear, I knew he placed an order for me. She looked up, smiled at me and said who has the card. I pulled $40 - two 20's from a roll out of my purse and handed to her. All of the people in line were watching but did not seem agitated as I would have expected. Next, I think I had a white bag in my had with a white to go food container.
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