Last night I had dinner with my sisters Mary and Susan. Susan and her family are moving to Oregon tomorrow so we wanted a last chance to get together, because who knows when we'll all see each other again? Susan requested that we dine at her favorite eating establishment, Roscoe's House of Chicken & Waffles in Pasadena. Susan, her kid Jake, and Mary's kid Cameron all had the classic #18, a single piece of chicken and a waffle. (When her dinner was set down in front of her, Cameron said, "That waffle looks as good as me!") Mary followed my lead and ordered the Big Mamma Special: smothered potatoes, scrambled eggs with cheese and onions, and a biscuit. No one said anything sad or even heartfelt; we just chatted and tried in vain to get the kids to stop blowing bubbles in their milk. When we said goodbye, it was more of a "See you!" than a farewell, as if we'll all be getting together over the weekend. Susan's leaving doesn't seem quite real.
Roscoe's, by the way, runs a clean establishment and doesn't allow felines on their tables; that's Cameron's toy Baby Cat checking out the victuals.