No Food for Fatties on Sundays

Restaurants in this town literally shut down at the ass crack of dawn on Sundays. Mr. Big (you know who you are) and I were trying to track down food at oh, the late late hour of 9 pm, only to find just about every restaurant was closed.

The kicker is - even though they were closed, they all practically had their doors unlocked though. So you opened the door with the false hope of getting some food and service, only to be shot down by an employee. And shot down like this:

Mr. Big politely opens door for me. We both enter. See a few people walking around, not quite sure if they are open or not. Greeted by Asian man, who says,
"Hello. Why are you here?"

Um. . .lock your damn door!