Josephine was squalling and fussing some when she was at the house while we were getting ready to go. But she settled down on the drive and when Marian brought her into Fox Valley she was brightly awake and being adorable. What a fuss everyone makes over her!
We were at a corner table and Marian set Josie, in her cradle, on the floor between the table and the wall, where she'd be out of the way. It certainly seemed to suit her. She seems to like it when there's a lot of commotion. Maybe it's all the adoration cascading her way.
It was her second visit. Lynn said, "You know, by her tenth birthday, we should be about celebrating her 100th meal here." That's the plan. Marian was eight when her Dad started bringing her to Fox Valley. Josie made her first visit at six weeks. The restaurant is the thread that will tie Josie to the grandfather that she won't get to know. I think Ed brought Marian about once a week. We're not going to be able to manage that -- but we are shooting for once a month. Which, as we realized last night, makes the evening of Bruce's arrival in Birmingham in a few weeks the perfect time to come again.
We most definitely do not do this for sentimental reasons. When Mikey came by we asked him what he particularly liked this evening. (Always a tough question for a chef -- his dishes are his babies -- how could he prefer one over another?!) "But if it was me," he finally said. "If it was me, I'd probably have the pompano with the soft-shell crab -- only because we don't have it that often." That was one of the items on my short list, so the decision was made. And it was, of course, magnificent.