Once we reached the line for our dinner, I put one hand down on the counter beside us, leaning onto it in my fatigue. "No, I can't see anything." I said after I'd tried to look ahead at what was being served. "But it does smell great, I wonder what the special occasion is." I half joked, curious because the other time we'd had dinner here, we'd had mush on a plate. So nice smelling food, was generally a good but interesting sign.