Out running errands today, my cousin and I stopped into a new restaurant to have a snack. Outfitted in lots of rustic wood and copper, the place advertises itself as serving mostly locally sourced food. Since it was Sunday, the football games were playing in the bar, and so we grabbed a seat in there. The guy next to us was munching on a small bucket of popcorn. "I love popcorn!" My cousin said.
The guy next to us laughed. "You get it at the bar!"
Now that's local.
"It's free!" he told us helpfully.
"Where do you get the popcorn?" my cousin asked the waitress when she came to take our order.
The young woman frowned. "I'm not sure where it comes from," she answered, "I believe it's local, but I'll ask in the kitchen to find out."
The guy next to us laughed. "You get it at the bar!"
Now that's local.
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