I took her and Dad to the Transmetropolitan for lunch today (she had an Italian food jones that needed to be scratched), a little place not too far from Rancho Yesteryear that I previously wrote about here…and once again, I ordered the tasty cream of potato soup (though this time the quality had slipped a tiny notch from the previous time). I also ordered a slice of pizza to go with it but my eyes were clearly bigger than my stomach because that soup clearly does the trick (I had the server box that baby up and it now sits patiently in my fridge, waiting to be devoured for dinner) in satiating one’s hunger. Dad had a cup of soup and an order of bruschetta while Mom ordered the chicken parmesian.
Mom had originally wanted to get a sandwich at Jason’s Deli but decided on this last-minute substitution…something that normally drives me to distraction but…well, it’s her birthday—she gets a bye this time.
Happy birthday, Mom…I love you.