The Dirt Bag food (when they have it) and drink are great and it is virtually empty, hard to beat. My hope is that they will get used to our appearing and make adjustments.
I for one plan to eat breakfast at what will be 6:00 a.m. on Sunday, or some such wildly inappropriate time -- thanks to the bizarre fluctuations we subject ourselves to as a society so that farmers can run the big projector bulbs on their combines for one hour less per night come September each year. By the time we foregather chez Le Sac de Merde, a.k.a. Dirtbag, it will almost be time for lunch anyway.