The mercury was rising. The natives were getting restless. Which usually means impending crankiness. Which is our typical signal for lunch.

What better time to take advantage of a lazy summer Sunday? We threw on some sandals and 20 minutes of whining, bargaining and begging later, we were ready to head out. Time for a gourmet mid-day meal. (As the following tale could happen anywhere, I’ll refer to our dining destination by a pseudonym – Yellow Canary.) Continue reading →