We were in a restaurant in fashionable, upscale, East Grand Rapids (just “East” to the cognoscenti or hoity toity).

Server: Here are your drinks.
Me: Thank you. We’d like straws, too, please.
Server: We don’t have straws. We’re green. I’ll see if I can find some in the garbage and wash them for you.
Server: Would you like some kale?

It was that kind of place.