These last few weeks, I have been spending a little more time out where I grew up. It's not a bad thing - it just is.
When I hit my parent's house, I normally don't go "through town" - as it adds time and I never stop. Actually, I almost never stop downtown. I can't think of a reason to.
Maybe once in a while I'll stop to look at "the falls", but that's about it.
The Popcorn Shop? Honestly, in 45 years of being there, I've walked into that place once. I don't even think I ever bought anything. But for the town and the tourists, it's iconic.
Ditto with Rick's Cafe.
I want to say I've never been there. Until yesterday. But I had a flash that maybe, just maybe, 710 and I had lunch there once. But I can't confirm that.
I don't think it's been there as long as my parents have been in town, but not too long after the fact. Long enough that it might be 3-4 decades of passing it by - literally and figuratively.
However, my mother likes their Bleu Burger. Ditto with the fries. Loves them, in fact.
And I was 97.59% sure she had not stepped foot inside of the place since her best friend Anne died 3-4 years ago. They'd do monthly dinners or lunches out, many of them being there. My dad doesn't like the place, so it was her and Anne's place. That I did confirm - that she had not been since her passing.
So after a meeting we had, she was thrilled to be taken to lunch there. One of my sisters bailed on joining us, so it was just us two. That was fine.
We had a good conversation and what I considered to be a so-so burger. She loved hers, so I pretended to like mine. Ditto with the fries.
I mean, why even take an ounce of pleasure she was having just because I wasn't reveling in my food?
Rick's, allegedly, is known for their ribs.
That is so not happening with me in a restaurant. I might pick-up ribs now and again and eat them in the privacy of our back porch, but in public - while wearing a dress shirt? Je think not. ...and without floss handy? Jamais!!!!
The only thing worse would be to order those and the trouble of eating them (in public) only to have them possibly be sub-par.
But she was happy - which made me happy.
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