Last Friday night, after rescued from the jaws of the elevator, we fixed that drink then walked down the alley to the Rendezvous.
You can smell the delicious barbecue well before you see the sign. In the door and down the steps to the basement restaurant. I wish I could describe how good it smells. And I don't even like ribs.
They found us a table for two and we settled in. (Did I tell you how good it smells?) When I ordered a beer, the waiter said without hesitation, "I need to see some ID." Bless him.
We glance at the menu, knowing already we'll start with the sausage and cheese platter.
I barely got this picture done before we made quick work of the rest of the it.
I am really hungry all of a sudden.
If all this sounds remarkably familiar, it's because I post an homage to the Rendezvous about once a year.