Last night we met friends in a small town not far from home. We were getting together to visit, and to spend time with our godson. He attends a small college about an hour from our house. This is his senior year, and he is anxiously awaiting his final football season with this team. He has lofty goals, and as the kicker has high standards for himself.
We laughed, we ate, we drank, and enjoyed the time together and knew that it had been too long.
The restaurant had a wood fire oven, a wine list of local wines (it sits in the middle of Oregon wine country) and had a very casual comfy feel to it. Rustic wooden tables with old school chairs that were surprisingly comfortable. Baby girl was a hit, and charmed anyone who would look her way.