Maybe it's a remnant of my vegetarian days, or years or let's say decades, two and a half to be exact, but I tend to eat out in dairy restaurants. Today was an exception. I ended up meeting the boy from the Bronx, since I needed to get some pictures to him, which he will deliver to my parents, G-d willing. G-d seemed very willing, since when I called him from the photo place he told me that he was on his way to downtown Jerusalem to meet my dd#1.
After we helped him pick out gifts--it's so much fun to help others spend their money--we needed food. He did not want dairy, which meant meat. OK, we were near Zion Square, so I suggested the Rimon Meat Restaurant. I last ate meat there over 30 years ago, and my memories are good. He had some sort of exotic and impressive-looking sandwich, which he was happy with and I had what they called a "Spring Salad." It was served on lettuce and tomatoes and consisted of stir-fried chicken breast, mushrooms and other yummy food. Actually it was much, much better than I could have ever expected.