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
