The Mr. typically avoids chain restaurants. We only went to one for a time when our younger son worked there but I will never see the inside of many unless I go with friends. Luckily we have a wide array of privately and corporately owned eateries in the area and once in awhile I can coax him into the seafood chain because I can't help the way I feel about those amazing little biscuits!
We looked over our menus and I skimmed it at least three times before realizing nothing was screaming out, "Pick me! Pick me!" I go with an old classic - the soup and salad. For the Mr., the chicken parmesan with spaghetti.
Pasta e fagioli. Pasta and beans. The waitress is trained to describe it back when ordered, "That soup is like chili with pasta." I assume this is to help clarify for diners who are shocked when they receive their soup? I just love soup and this style is clearly in my top 12 favorites regardless of the season or that it is a beautiful pre-summer day.
Ah, the never ending salad bowl. Some love the dressing and I'm not saying I don't like it, but as readers may remember, I prefer a dry salad. The crisp, fresh vegetables are what defines a perfect salad so I try to take my serving from the top and leave the wet bits behind for the Mr. who prefers his a bit on the drippy side of the scale.
Breadsticks. Warm. Sinful carbs. Bits with the soup, pieces with the salad and though I am full, I still eyeball the basket.
After lunch a quick trip to his second least favorite place on earth, the mall. I need pretty shoes for my sister's wedding. Mission accomplished.
Though this lunch date may seem a bit every day, the special part was being able to call him at a moment's notice and simply meet for a meal. And by the way, we used a gift certificate thoughtfully given to us by our nephew and his fiancee. Thank you both.
With the mall errands behind us, we arrived home and pulled two chairs and an ottoman from the patio set down into the shady part of the back yard and talked a bit while the clouds rolled by.