Boston. 1987. My wife and my boss are in town for a convention looking for a place to eat. We wandered into this place, it didn't look too bad to me. Both of them were a bit disturbed when they saw guys kissing each other, I either didn't see it or didn't care. I was pretty hungry and would have stayed to eat. My boss couldn't get out of there fast enough. I wondered why we had to leave, they had to explain to me why they didn't want to stay.