Diners Laughed at the Old Woman in the Fancy Restaurant — Until the Owner Walked Out and Said This
She walked in just after 7 p.m., alone, and dressed in a faded cardigan and orthopedic shoes. The maître d’ hesitated before greeting her, already glancing toward the couples in heels and designer watches. “I’m here for a reservation,” she said softly, “under the name Eliza.” He forced a polite smile. “Ah. Are you sure?…