Where are her skates?
For dinner last night, GD and I went high class. We are both leaving for France this week (GD this afternoon, myself on Friday), so neither of us has food at our places. Instead we ended up at the A&W Drive-in on 12 Mile in Berkley. There even were some retro cars already enjoying the mild evening weather.
As we enjoyed our hotdogs, onion rings and rootbeer float, GD suddenly asked “Wait. Where are her skates?” It is true the “waitresses” at the Drive-in are not on skates, but trust me the experience is not diminished in the least. An older couple (maybe in their 70’s) parked next to us to also enjoy some rootbeer floats with dinner. We desperately wanted to ask if they used to come here on dates when they were younger, but resisted the temptation. As we drove away, it was quickly agreed we would be returning. And then we named off some friends who are coming along.
I do recommend it if you are looking for a dinner date that is a bit quirky especially on a nice summer night… Next time, we might just stop at the drive-in restaurant on our way to the drive-in theatre. Who cares if they are across town from each other?