To the best of my knowledge, this is a transcript of the conversation:
(YW and OW chat for a bit while waiting for the host. It becomes obvious that the owner of the restaurant is the brother of their church's pastor. We wait a couple of minutes with nobody coming out to greet us. A man walks by.)
OW: There he is. That's Pastor LoRusso's brother.
YW: How can you tell?
OW: There's his picture on the wall.
(Another minute or so passes.)
OW: Boy, they sure don't pay much attention to you, do they?
Me: Would you like me to pay attention to you while we wait? I'd be happy to. How are you doing today? Isn't the weather beautiful?
OW: Yes, it was quite lovely.
YW. (Turning around) Very nice. What church do you go to?
Me: I'm from San Francisco.
Mom: I'm from north county... northwest county.
(The host shows up, and it turns out that he is indeed the pastor's brother. And our tables will be a couple of minutes. We start chatting again.)
YW: And what church do you go to?
Mom: St. Martin de Porres.
YW: Oh, I know that one! Friday fish frys, yes?
Mom: No, that's (some other Catholic church in the area.)
(YW looks at me and starts to open her mouth, but mercifully her table is ready.)
Me: Have a nice dinner.
YW: God bless you.
I swear, if I ever get asked that question again, I'm going to answer Temple of Atonement.