I love eating in the markets, but sometimes the competition is so fierce to get you to eat in their booth that I just go elsewhere and eat. Peace and quite is all I want in the morning and not the hassle of “the used car lot hustle!”
Today I went to a restaurant to eat breakfast and the guy running the joint tells me they are not serving breakfast. The guy running the restaurant seems to have an attitude with tourists and acted like he did not want me eating there. They advertise breakfast on the big overhead menu.
Get out of the business if you can’t stand tourists. Sorry, but I just want to eat breakfast. Don’t want to marry your sister at the moment. But maybe I might just come back and bring her a dozen roses for the hell of it. 
