Though Matt didn’t want to risk losing their reservation, he didn’t take the interstate up to Ashland. It was only a few miles north of Richmond, less than ten minutes on I-95, but not in Friday night rush hour. Better to take Route 1, which was a straight shot from their apartment to the restaurant. The U.S. Route ran parallel to the interstate. South of Richmond, it was known as the Boulevard, then Jefferson Davis Highway. In the city, it became Belvidere Street, but once it crossed Broad Street, it was called Chamberlayne. Where Matt picked it up, it was Brook Road. When they reached Ashland, it became North Washington Highway. The Iron Horse was a posh restaurant off Washington that took twenty minutes to reach, and there was no traffic to fight.
Matt had never been to the Iron Horse
