Local Fare

Some tourists stopped and asked me
How to get to a café.
Their hotel clerk suggested it
And they had lost their way.

This diner is across the street,
A block from where I live
And so directions were, for me,
The easiest to give.

A nothing-special eatery,
Yet that’s where they were sent.
I guess convenience had to be
The hotel clerk’s intent.

I’m traveling this week to where
I’ve never been before
And hope that strangers help me out
As I’m off to explore.

And if I am directed to
A restaurant close by,
Most likely I will thank them
And give local fare a try.