It took us about 3 weeks, but we did eventually solve it.
Two nights before our wedding, my parents hosted a rehearsal dinner for Christine and me at the Border Grill in Santa Monica. The tamales and tostada salad were almost enough to make me forget what a nervous stomach I had. Ten years later, my bride found out that the restaurant is closing. So, we brought our kids for a nostalgic farewell dinner. “Order EVERYTHING!” I told them, “We’ll never get to eat here again.”