"I love this place."
"Haven't you been here?"
"Didn't I tell you it was amazing?"
"Well, yeah, but. Well, I thought it was girl food."
This was all before the food came. I talk all the time and sometimes Mr. Blandings forgets to pay attention. Once it arrived he said, "I love it here," a minimum of four more times. I had the (best) chicken salad sandwich (of my life.) And I knew how to pronounce everything. Happy Gillis. The sun broke through the clouds on our way out. No coincidence.