I find that life brings changes in your goals to an enormous extent. I had witnessed this earlier when I went in only ten years from dreaming of being the wife of an ambassador to owning a pick-up truck. Nothing like living in a town without trash collection to straighten you right out. So now, my ambition to know all the great new restaurants in the city personally, has given way to our noontime outing this week for lunch. We were out of BI in record-breaking time, and were given guarded permission to have Jim's first lunch "out". I say guarded, because we were cautioned not to go anywhere that was "greasy-spoonish" so that nixed my idea of the clam shack on Revere Beach. (just kid-ding...!! I'm sure the food there is fah-bu-lous).
I racked my brain to think of anywhere on our route home that passed the gluten-free, diabetic, transparent standard of cleanliness standard, and we settled on Five Guys Burgers. Now wait... don't judge too fast. All the burger is cooked well done, right out in plain sight. He could order it plain, sans bun, sans lettuce, tomato, pickle, onions, mushrooms, etc. etc... He was quite pleased with just a fresh burger with processed cheese although eating it on a naked leaf of aluminum foil bordered on pathos. With excellent fries on the side and complimentary roasted peanuts and a root beer, to wash it down, he ate it like it was a lobster at Locke Obers. Maybe being so sick makes one appreciate life's small pleasures. Next stop is the "early-bird" specials. Don't pinch me, I'm not sure I want to wake up.
