Sunday brunch at a breastaurant for a couple of hundred bikers.
Having nothing to do with the story at hand, that is, in itself, quite an image.
It is, isn’t it?
Possibly the tour company planning this biker conflab picked the place to show how normal, and I-fit-in with family at Sunday dinner the 1% were willing to be. /s
That is, until the bathroom brawl brought forth their prickly nature and true colors flying.