Saturday night supper is usually spent at a grannie client's full-services residence. It's always nice to get to know the other residents & the food is pretty good, even though there aren't any vegetarian selections on the formal dining room's summer menu. John & I can always order a bunch of sides, or we can eat in the very clubby bar area, with is more casual & more welcoming & has (to our surprise) a more varied menu with more meat offerings than the currently fish-focused formal dining spot AND a couple really tasty vegetarian options.
Alas, last night the club area was closed - no cocktails, no supper served. For perhaps the first time ever since we started dining there, the three of us waited with the rest of the residents.
Sheez, it was depressing. Over twenty significantly older people, some in chairs or walkers, waiting to be seated in the main dining room. After about 10 minutes, my g.c. looked at me & said, "Let's get out!" And out we got. Took a quick bop around the lovely neighborhood that borders her senior residence, then over to a favorite restaurant.
Am imagining how it would feel to wait that way, as almost all do, every night, week in & week out. Checked out the cafe, thinking it could be an option, but the food in there was too limited.
Learned my lesson - no eating in when the club area is closed. It's fine to eat in the formal dining room if the three of us while away the wait in the dark & cozy bar area, my client with her beloved gin martini (rocks on the side, no garnish), my hubster with his gin martini & me with my large water & for lemon slices. It's even better to have drinks & dinner in the intimate "club" area. But to wait with the majority of residents as the minutes seem to endless tick by - no how, no way.
Three cheers for my grannie client upending our dinner plans!!
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