Soon after arriving, I started chatting with a friendly regular. A shady-looking dude immediately approached and asked if we wanted to buy some cheese. I declined knowing that cheese is slang for a Black-Tar heroin/cold medication combo. But the guy beside me wanted a taste and followed the dealer outside. It was sad watching a nice fellow succumb to drugs.
This nice fellow soon returned with his purchase, three bars of cheddar cheese. The dealer was actually selling real cheese—half-price stolen cheese.
When I told the down-market cheesemonger I thought he was peddling heroin, he firmly responded that selling drugs is against the law.
So sets the stage for the Sunshine Restaurant.