My dad is not the easiest guy to find a gift for, so when he turned, um, 74?, this year, I hatched a plan to take my parents out to the
a medieval restaurant, circa 1376, as authentic as health codes allow. Try the hard cider, and the dinner sampler! The seven of us split all the entrees served, and true to form, no forks or plates were used. In fact, the only thing Wesley would try was the trencher the meal was served on.
Keith, Brian, let’s do a sibling/spouse date there sometime next summer!