Irma’s.  It’s an eccentric Mexican restaurant three blocks from the courthouse.

“Where ya sit? Where ya sit?” How they greet you when you walk in.

“What you want?” How your waitress first greets you.

No menus, and you better listen because they go through the short menu fast. The waitresses are annoyed if you don’t know what you want when you walk in the door. I don’t think they approve of first-time customers.

It’s where many attorneys go while they wait on a jury to come back with a verdict. The mayor of a small town, an attorney I was against in a trial, brought me here while we were waiting on ours.  I need to get this place in my sequel.