OTV Review: Mission Inn

“Sit wherever you like, guys,” the cheerful voice beckoned from somewhere behind the world’s most massive jar of pickled eggs. Our petite but formidable hostess emerged from the bar to deliver our menus and tousle her terrific feathery blonde mane. “The coffee’s hot; I just made a fresh pot.” “OK, yes, I’ll have a cup,” shot back Q. oddly, as if in trance. “Actually, just an RC for me, thanks,” I said, noticing that Q.’s face had suddenly turned an exquisite shade of clam chowder gray. When she was gone I asked Q. what he was tripping on. “Oh my God, she’s exactly like my mom. It’s uncanny. She has my mom’s same tiny build; she’s got my mom’s nose and eyes … . She talks like my mom. She even smells like my mom. White Diamonds by Liz Taylor”/OrangeTV, Get Out! North Idaho. More here .

Question: Have you ever met someone who reminds you of your mother? Who? When?