May 15, 2020-
I went over to a far neighbourhood restaurant, this evening. The clientele tends to be folks in my age group or older, so we were seated with physical distancing. The buffet was, of course, empty-though the owner says it’ll be back and full, next week. I will watch that one closely-as I am personally rather finicky, when it comes ot buffets, anyway.
The crab cakes were back, and just the right size for my palate. Opting for a baked potato, I likewise was pleased that it wasn’t half the size of Idaho. There was a nice portion of steamed, mixed vegetables- and two pieces of garlic toast.
Enough of the meal; the important thing is that about twenty-seven people were there to dine in, and not all were seniors-a gentleman brought his daughter and two granddaughters along. The owner made the rounds and caught up on some old times, as well as praising the Lord for not letting him, and his family, go under.
I do a fair amount of fixing my own meals, yet part of community life is supporting one’s neighbours. There is a balance, and as the proprietor of this eatery says: “It’s all a very fine line.”