Evidently, there is a new restaurant operating out of our home.  One evening, I was met along the sidewalk with instructions to enter through the front door instead of through the garage as usual.  I was greeted at the front door by the Maitre D’ (Clark) who politely asked how many was in our party.  He made note of our response and then stood and just stared at us.  After an uncomfortable moment of silence, we asked if perhaps we could be seated.  “Oh yeah, that would be a good idea.” was Clark’s response.

     Once we were seated, a kind young waitress informed us of the evening’s special.  She so strongly suggested we have the special that we couldn’t resist.  In fact, it was known as the ‘special’ because it was the only dish served at this restaurant.

Once dinner was served, we enjoyed ‘famous spaghetti’ and bright, attentive service.