A well-put together, elderly gentleman left his Maserati Gran Turismo with the valet, entered the restaurant and asked to be seated at a table away from a lovely, well-dressed woman who appeared to be in her well-kept eighties.

He ordered a drink and took a sip. He then calmly turned his head in her direction, nodded politely as their eyes met, and asked, "So tell me, sweetheart, do I come here often?"