Just as Earl and I headed to the Old Faithful Inn dining room for six o’clock reservations, we were halted by other guests who warned that we were to avoid the main lodge due to a fire alarm. A few minutes later the “All clear” was given, but when we arrived in the lobby of the main lodge pandemonium pervaded. We went to the entrance of the dining room, the one we’d made a reservation for last November, and were told that the people dining before us hadn’t been seated yet. The odds of our being seated at six o’clock were nil.
Fortunately, we also had reservations for tomorrow night, so we scratched our names off tonight’s list and went to the Bear Pit Bar for something to hold us over. Mediocre hamburgers and soggy fries filled the bill, which came to thirty dollars with a less-than-generous tip. I didn’t mention it to Earl, but I suspected this was inexpensive compared to tomorrow evening’s meal.
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