False Historical Narrative

The summer before last I was heading down to Utah to go out into the desert for a couple of weeks, so I did a little online sleuth work and figured out where Jon Levi's coffee shop is or was. It was out of my way but I went there and he made me a quiche, and the young lady at the counter got me some tea. I didn't get to talk to him but he was back there on the grill. He had some historic photos on the wall in the cafe sitting area and a book on a small table to examine. I like to get out and actually see people or things from the internet with my own eyes, not really believing a lot of what I see on the screens. Unfortunately he must have cooked it in canola oil because it choked my throat, as that canola poison does, but I had taken it to go so he never knew.