"A server ran up to me. 'We need you in the dining room, NOW,’ he said. Usually a suave professional, the panic in his voice forced me to abandon the drinks I was making and follow him.
"The mousy wife had apparently walked up to the 15-top (who were just about to pay and, presumably, leave) and demanded they all get up because she had been waiting an hour and 'that was enough.'
"The thin man from the party approached me just as the mousy woman's husband did, both wielding canes.
"'Keep your woman on a leash,' the thin man said to him.
"'Excuse me?' the fat man asked. For a split second they glared at each other, with me in the middle, and then the canes came out. They both looked to be trying to behead each other with these blunt objects, the crowd at the bar dispersed like a dance number in Grease, and the only way to describe what happened was as it was: a sword fight, with canes, between two dapper senior citizens.