An Ode to the Places We Eat
The hours we spend in our dining room,
Are filled with memories.
Good times and bad times.
Words exchanged express love and affection.
But disappointment, too!
It is my favorite room in our house!
The décor at home is by choice,
Our dining room has but three walls.
There is a lavender accent paint on one
And a painting of a lady dressed in purple.
The hours we spend in restaurants
Are filled with memories, too.
Usually early morning ones,
When we talk about our plans for the day.
With eggs: fried, poached, or scrambled,
Our plates are adorned with hashbrowns
Or grits, and a rasher or patty of bacon
But we never look at the warmth of the room.
There is very little.
Are there tables or booths?
Does the tableware match.
Are the napkins cloth or paper,
Are there saucers under the cups?
Do you pay the server;
Or at the register?
Who is pleased more to eat in a restaurant;
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Have you ever mailed a restaurant postcard to a friend? I suppose someone has, but there are so few with stamps, postmarks, and messages. I have no idea why I collect them. Of the examples below, they are fun to look at and the captions make for a good laugh, but not one single box can be checked!
LET’S EAT IN, TONIGHT!