Laura and I have an unblemished record of eating out when we're on our own.
Not that Laura isn't a good cook.
Laura hasn't been to this restaurant in years.
It's in Cleveland, three quarters of an hour away.
Nice little restaurant in a working class neighborhood.
Flower bed in the tree lawn.
It's Aunt Beth's restaurant, the Grovewood Tavern.
We took Beth totally by surprise; the reservation taker spelled my name wrong.
Beth, checking us in.
Pursuing the menu in her new glasses.
And I forgot to take pictures of dinner and desert.
Check it out: