Valerie has picked the restaurant, Lusardi’s. We are greeted by the manager, Amar. He used to manage another restaurant called Willy’s that closed a few years ago. Willy’s was my go-to restaurant, and Amar watched Alexander mature from a restless baby in a high-chair to a well-behaved high school graduate.
I wasn’t hungry, but ended up eating as if I were. Buffalo mozzarella and tomato/roasted pepper salad, duck breast with apricots, and shared desserts. The most memorable part of dinner with my family is never the food, and tonight is no exception.
I think I’ll trying living on fruit and vegetables for a while. But these past two celebratory days have been worth every single bite.
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