When Papa Bear and I travel out of town, we try to avoid eating at chain restaurants, preferring to take a chance on local fare. While on our getaway to Texas Hill Country last weekend, we found the idea of ribeye steaks enticing and chose a local steak house for our anniversary dinner based on good customer reviews. It turned out to be a family-owned business that had been in operation for over thirty years, with a western-themed atmosphere, good service, and excellent food - including carrot cake that was to die for!
While savoring our dinner, we were charmed by the appearance of an elderly lady, probably in her 70's, attired as if she was going to a party, with a pretty dress, a lovely fringed shawl, a small bag with a drawstring hanging from her wrist, and a deep burgundy silk rose fastened in her silver hair. Looking as if she had just stepped out of a photograph that held a younger version of herself, it was apparent that she was one of the staff as she moved from table to table visiting briefly with customers, ensuring they had everything they needed, and removing wrappers and empty plates .
Arriving at our table as we were finishing, she asked if we had enjoyed our food, and thanked us for coming. Papa Bear prepared to hand her our credit card and the check for our meal. With a twinkle in her eye she said, "Oh no, I can't take that; they don't trust me with the money!" Then, with a smile, she moved on to other guests.
This lovely lady was so captivating that when our waitress arrived to retrieve our payment, Papa Bear inquired about who she was. The waitress grinned and said, "She's the owner."
I'm linking up with Thom at Three Word Wednesday
where today's writing prompts are chance, entice, and savor.