Three of us met John for lunch in Asheville after church. Daughter Lise drove, grandson David pumped gas, and I paid for it. That was easy teamwork for all of us.
In Copenhagen, Lise has a wide choice of restaurants, but a Japanese steakhouse is not one of them. Lise took a selfie as we waited for the chef to roll in a cart with the food.
The chef twirled his utensils before making a flashy fire on the grill, a real attention-getter.
As we watched, the chef prepared fried rice and vegetables before cooking the steak and chicken. His work done, he bowed and left us to eat the mountain of food on our plates.
We enjoyed our dinner and went home to restorative naps.