Published January 23, 2024
I had no one to blame but myself.
Oh sure, I could blame that mean and nasty Covid. But Covid hadn’t really been that nasty to me for over a year.
I guess it was what’s been plaguing mankind since creation. That wanting to taste the latest instead of sticking to the greatest. That’s the only reason I could give for tromping from disappointment to disaster instead of trusting the tried and true restaurants.
I could see the celebrated chef in the back room when I walked through the front door of ol’ faithful. I knew the chef could see me. Was he going to walk out and shake my hand or give me one of those Mexican man hugs that I still do clumsily (is it two back pats or one)? Perhaps he was just going to stare and glare.
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