These Are Tough Times We're Living In

So, funny story to pass along from the office today.

One of the other slaves (I call us interns 'slaves'. The paid staff really appreciate it when we say it to their face) was out on Saturday night with some friends and decided to hop over to Gretzky's for dinner.

For those unfamiliar, Gretzky's is a bar/restaurant in downtown Toronto located about a block and a half away from the Skydome (I know, I know...I don't care what they call it now) conveniently located at 99 Blue Jays Way....get it?...get it?
I went there once when it opened and the food was terrible so I haven't been back, but if someone with some pull happens to be reading this blog I would definitely accept a gift certificate or at least a free pitcher to sway me into coming back.

Anyways, this co-slave had just sat down at his table and was looking over his menu when who came up to take his order? None other than Walter Gretzky, that's who.

Now, I presume Walter is doing ok financially (his son, Wade I think (?) reportedly makes upwards of 7-8 million a year coaching the Phoenix Coyotes), but still it must have very bizarre to see the father of the greatest hockey player of all time asking you if you want ceasar or house salad with your burger.

I asked my friend if he got a chance to ask Walter what he was doing, or if he took a picture or got an autograph and alas the answer to all three was no, so I have no actual proof of this taking place. But if anyone else spots a quasi-celebrity in an unusual place, lemme know!

I wonder if ol' Walt pooled his tips.