You Can't Go Home Again

I'd just spent the better part of the last hour writing about

our experience in the new restaurant last night, where the

old restaurant used to be. It looked to be the best piece of

writing I'd done in a great while and I was anxious to post.

I clicked on an alert to read someone's comment on another

post and completely lost the entire piece.  I obviously still

don't know all the nuances of FB.  I don't have it in me to 

re-write.  I've just fallen overboard, capsized, and turned 

turtle at the finish after leading the entire race.

In a nutshell, after much fanfare about the new place, and

reading the menus and imagining what I'd order and what

it would taste like, we came away less than dazzled, 

somewhat disappointed, and personally, a bit relieved.

After so many months of feeling so damn bad about how

such a beloved institution could go out with such a whimper,

there was consolation.  Not a lot, but a little.  They will get

better and more consistent with time and I suspect we will

go back.  Eventually