The new restaurant

One of the hoods is coming out tomorrow. The nun and I always take him out to a restaurant. Growing man, needs food. I like him because he likes the same martini that mother always drank. So fond memories come up. Who else orders a Bombay Gin Saphire Martini? That is class! It heard about this new restaurant in the area and just wanted to see if I could find it. I was by myself. I found it. I just wanted to have a look around inside. I did. Once inside, I thought I might as well see how the food and service is. Limited menu, ordered a hamburger, forgot it was Friday in Lent and the service was slow. Well, it is one of these crossover, crossdressed restaurants between Caribbean and Cuban that should stay on the islands next to a pool. I expected too much. Probably back to the Irish pub next door tomorrow evening.