Eating American

I have been enjoying some of my old favourite eating places and discovering some new ones. I have a friend with whom I share a birthday and we have a tradition of eating out at foreign places--Indian, Turkish, Greek, Mediterranean melange, Vietnamese, and nouveau Italian was all we could manage on this trip. The night we were going to do the new Moroccan restaurant, we got entangled in something else. Now that's what eating American means to me--variety with iced tea, salads and coffee that gets refilled.

I also had a classic American burger and fries and fried chicken and barbecued ribs. All good and accessorized nicely with corn on the cob and fresh sliced, home grown, red ripe luscious, chin dribbling juicy tomatoes. I miss them already. Tonight, my last night here, we went to a local sandwich shop that makes sandwiches to order on large buns lightly toasted and brought them back home and ate them like an urban picnic in the living room as the last light settled out of the sky.