We decided to go Greek for a change. Rather than carpool there, we each took our own car. I took the main routes, thinking I could make it easy for those who weren't exactly sure where the place was. Who am I kidding? These ladies are long time Rochester residents. They all got there before me by snaking around the back roads.
Not to worry. This is a restaurant that is not only reasonably priced, but I can actually eat a number of entrees without fearing digestive retribution. I decided on the hot turkey sandwich with mashed potatoes. But the omlete, fried fish, and grilled chicken on the other plates looked pretty tantalizing too.
All around us groups of people came and went while we chatted and laughed and carried on. I find it interesting that no one comes in to dine alone. Everyone is with at least one other person. Nice. We covered everything from dealing with grumpy people to what kind of person we would want to marry if we could pick to kid behavior to parent behavior and everything inbetween. I totally missed the sunset while we were having such a good time. It felt good to be well and doing something normal.
I got out my iPhone and clicked on the fireplace app to add a bit of ambiance. We quickly scrolled through the coral reef and the gentle rainstorm apps just for fun and our conversation turned to thoughts of vacation and summer plans. I want to do a lot of camping this summer. I am looking for volunteers who are game to pitch a tent and sleep in the wilds of a nearby campground. Any takers?
My friends reminisced about previous camping experiences, but agreed one and all that these days they only camp in hotels. Not quite what I have in mind. We finally wind down and look through my coupon book to see what restaurant we want to try next month. Popular vote is for a Japanese place where we can watch a chef chop stuff in front of our faces. Sounds scary to me, but I am willing.
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