Last night I wasn’t feeling well, so I went and had someone else make dinner for me, also known as a restaurant. Apparently other people were feeling the same on this Monday, because my little neighbourhood restaurant was full of women, in their 80s and 90s, sitting alone at tables, regarding the other patrons and saying, “eet smakelijk,” (eat taste like/bon appetite) at just the right time.
The couple that owns this restaurant are very sweet and it feels like you’re eating at their house. The chef came out to see if I wanted nutmeg on my side of cauliflower. Yes, please! I had sole meunière as the main.
Then, a 3-country Skype!