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.”

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