Rose has been dying to get back to our regular Wednesday, post-gymnastics dinners at Espresso 77. We haven’t been going there lately because of Injury Man, who still needs a lot of help doing things.
But getting dinner? It occurred to me today that he gets his own lunch, he’s probably able to get his own post-physical therapy dinner. Not to sound cruel or anything.
Shane didn’t seem to mind being tasked with taking care of himself, so Rose and I went out. Hooray for Espresso 77!
Rose got grilled cheese, as usual. I was finally able to try the eggplant salad sandwich, whenever I’ve ordered it previously, they’ve been out. I highly recommend it.
Rose sealed the meal with a black & white cookie, after which we went straight home to do more gymnastics.
