Sunday, July 6, 2014

bleu

My mom makes a reservation at my favorite restaurant in the area, Bleu in Mashpee Commons.  While she would prefer the menu at Soprano's Ristorante, she generously choses Bleu instead.

Our plan is to leave at 6:30 for our 7pm reservation, but by five my mom is antsy and wants to get out.  She has a lot of energy remaining, despite having walked this morning, cheered on Federer in the men’s final at Wimbledon, spent three hours with me at the beach, and played four games of gin.  My mom says she wants to get to the restaurant early “and maybe walk around.”  But I’m on to her.  I’m sure it’s a ploy to get to the restaurant early and see if we can eat before our 7pm reservation.

By 5:30 my mom is ready.  She looks great.  I take a picture in her backyard, with one of my dad's famed birdhouses in the background.  I know she misses him.  They met 66 years ago this week.



We are seated at the restaurant by 6:45, at a nice table by the window.  I order the exact same thing I had when we went last summer:  a spinach salad with almonds and brie on chutney baguette, and a roasted “Mallard” duck breast with raspberry honey glaze, herbed goat cheese regianno risotto and asparagus.  It’s one of my favorite meals anywhere. The food is excellent, the service a little slow, and the company spectacular.

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