Where's the Moose?

Saturday afternoon Roger, Teagan and I found ourselves fairly far away from home and very hungry. We looked in our Entertainment Book and found a restaurant nearby. We'd eaten at this place once before but in the location closer to our house, and we liked it.
So, we decided to stop there for lunch. Once we walked in, we should have just turned around and walked out, but we didn't. I picked a table close to the door. Our server greeted us quickly and got drinks out while we looked over the menu. I guess because we had ordered the drinks at this point, we felt that we should stay through the meal. However, as we started looking around, we realized that this particular location would probably be considered more of a bar than a restaurant. Some of the clientele was a bit on the questionable side and there was no division between smoking and non smoking. To make a long story shorter, Rog ordered chicken which took about 30 minutes. It only took that long because the server got the order wrong. By the time it came out, Teagan was getting restless and we were ready to go, so he just ate what he got.
We did take one funny bit out with us. Halfway through the meal, Teagan looked up and pointed and smiled. Rog had noticed it when we sat down, but for some reason I had not noticed the massive moosehead mounted about 3 feet above our table. Throughout the rest of our time there, we'd ask her "Teagan, where's the moose?" and she would look up, point, and grin.
On the way home in the car, Rog turned around and asked "Teagan, where's the moose?", and she looked up and pointed, kind of looked confused for a second, and then smiled. That was our game throughout the weekend. By the end of the weekend, she would smile immediately like she was in on the joke, and then she'd look up. It's probably more fun for us than her, but she played along well.