My Yard Man ordered such an astounding dish that he gained an admirer from a neighboring table
(the fellow carnivore pulled out his camera and took a photo)!
Following this lavish repast, we practically waddled out of the place. Which once again might make it difficult for you to believe me, Reader Dear, when I tell you that we returned to the home of David and Our Dark-Haired Daughter and then took a short walk to a frozen yogurt shop!
On our return, we politely stepped aside for the
lean and fit joggers (whom I'm only astutely assuming were
not headed for pistachio frozen yogurt with crushed heathbar
and chocolate syrup atop).