We went out this evening a day late for my birthday dinner to celebrate my making it to age 72. Ken is glad that I've caught up with him. Any guesses as to what this assortment on our table is?
We ate early, so we had the entire dining room to ourselves.
To top off a great meal, we had dark chocolate creme brulee, compliments of our server, Julia. In addition to attentive service, we enjoyed her mellifluous southern accent.
Maybe being 72 isn't entirely bad after all.
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