DINING FINE
A forkful of lobster
From a surf and turf meal
Dripping drawn butter across a baked potato
Savor with
Sauvignon Blanc
Then, the turf
Prime rib
With just a taste of fat
Juicy
Cabernet
Repeat
I love it with that butter drenched baked potato
And the salad that was served first
Happy birthday to me
Do you have a favorite meal?
Is it enjoyed best in the company of others
Maybe on a regular basis?
My bit of decadence does not socialize well
Regular servings would be lonely meals
I thought of this as I watched a woman
Eating at one of my favorite restaurants
Her dinner, surely, reflected her personal choices
Why not?
She was dining alone
I wondered if the meal measured up
Hard to tell
She just
Ate
The restaurant’s favorites were at her bidding
She chose baked lasagna with garlic toast
And, for starters, one of those pour-your-own drink glasses
For me, that would have meant, martini
But only she knows what she was drinking
There was no one there to affirm it
She was elderly, quite so, not attractive, visually emotionless
I am thinking, main meal
Mid-day
With leftovers for later
It would have been nice if those leftovers
Had been planned with someone else in mind
Someone at home
Who might enjoy sharing them
Or raise an eyebrow
About the costs
DRK
9/1/22
9//23/22
