My worst restaurant experience was going into a local cafe near Lake Okoboji, Iowa, with my friends, after an overnight camping trip. It was the Saturday or Sunday morning breakfast hour. The place was nearly empty, though, which should have been our first clue. There were about six or seven of us, and no one to greet us at the door, so we seated ourselves. And there we waited for about twenty minutes. Saw two or three other diners who seemed perfectly content, but we never saw a single staff person. Nada. It was like the Twilight Zone in there. So, we left. Later, I thought perhaps this was an extremely laid back local place, and they decided not to acknowledge a large group of young, slightly hungover out-of-towners. Too bad for them, because I am a great tipper.