Dinner at Pescadou. For me: onion soup, duck breast, tarte tatin. For mom: frog legs, bouillabaisse, crème brulée. Bottle of cabernet franc. Very nice dinner, and not too much money for what it is. Also not too much food, which is a relief with restaurants, since I hate to waste, hate doggy bags, and don’t want to die.
Mother’s Day is a lame ass Hallmark holiday but it’s okay with me, since mine is alive and I get along with her well. My good wishes go out to those of you who don’t have that and are being hosed down with unwanted emotion by greedy assholes. Father’s day has sucked for me since 1993.