A couple nights ago I went to Ben and Jerry’s with my apartment-mates. While we were ordering our ice cream we heard that Hillary and Chelsea Clinton were just down the street at the Café Milano.
I had my camera with me, and my roommates and I decided that this was too good an opportunity to pass up. We decided to drop by the Café Milano on our way back to campus. The secret service vehicles that were parked on the street helped us locate the right place.
First we walked by the open-air restaurant trying to peer inside and catch a glimpse of the Clintons. We couldn’t see anything so we casually turned around and took another pass going the other direction. Realizing that it probably looked like we were casing the joint we decided to take a more direct approach—go right in.
We walked into the restaurant, and one of my roommates surprised all of us by asking for a table. (I had just been planning on asking how long the wait was so that there would be no commitment.) The maitre d’ informed us that we they could not seat us in the dining room because of our dress. Apparently the Café Milano doesn’t allow people in flip-flops or shorts to dine in—at least not when the former first family is there. Having exhausted our options we headed home unsuccessful. No great loss though. I hope to do better than seeing the Clintons this summer.