Scenes from the Neighborhood Bistro

So the husband and I were at a neighborhood bistro for dinner last night, when the following incident actually occurred:

[Older man, maybe in his 60s, makes his way past our table towards the bathroom.]

The husband: Damn, that guy looks a lot like Neil Young.
Me: Uh-huh.

[Wanting to get back to very important discussion which probably centered around the Real World/Road Rules Challenge, or some such thing; said discussion does in fact resume until older man, returning from bathroom, walks past our table again.]

TH: Seriously, it's totally Neil Young.
Me: Dude, I didn't even look at him, I don't know if he looked like Neil Young or not.
TH: No, I mean... I think it's really Neil Young.

[Waiter arrives bearing beer - mmm, beer.]

TH: So, um, is that Neil Young, or just some guy who looks freakishly like him?

[Except that everything after "or" doesn't actually get said, as Waiter immediately responds.]

W: Yeah, they opened up the back room for him. Apparently he really likes it here, eats here a lot. It's pretty cool.

[The husband and I quietly drink our beer, contemplating the fact that our restaurant choice has been validated by an American rock and folk icon. I am pleased to report, however, that the next time he came through the room, to talk to the bartender, I finally looked at him myself. And, hey - Neil Young!]