The prices were just as I remembered. I tried not to wince, but apart from that, nothing on the menu really appealed. It was all what my grandmother would have called ‘new-fangled fancy.’ “Uh, Cory?” Cory looked up from his menu. “Don’t tell me it’s too expensive.” “No, it’s not that, even though it is pretty pricy. I, uh…Do they have a different menu, something with more…less fancy?” Cory smiled. If anything, he looked relieved. “I’ll ask.” He meant to rise but I stopped him. “I’ll go.” But before I could leave the room, which we had to ourselves, a server came in. “Ready to order?” Cory explained the problem. The young lady nodded. “We have a bar menu that’s got steaks, burgers, pies.” That sounded more like it to me, and judging by the smile on Cory’s face, he agreed. “But we