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It was supposed to be my Wednesday off, but it seemed crazy to take a day after being gone for two weeks so I forfeited to Kevin.

Worked on site for a while and ran some errands which put me in striking distance to dad who offered to buy me lunch.

His new favorite place to go for lunch is Miss Sherry’s Cafeteria. He says he’s a “Jr. Geriatric” and in training. True – when we walked in we were easily the youngest people in the restaurant.

The cafeteria is the second rev of the same one I used to go to with my grandma as a child…. Tucked into a low-slung 60’s stripmall on Lindbergh.

It’s a familiar format…. You grab a tray and stroll down the long, one-sided gauntlet of hot-lamp bathed food, all carefully blanded down for the discriminating senior pallet.

Simple seasoning aside, the food does have a home-cooked quality to it and I’m sure that’s why pop likes it.

So I grabbed my tray, awkwardly tried to inconspicuously take a photo with my huge camera, (not very successful) and picked up a plate of salmon patties, a dish of 3-bean salad and a dish of stewed tomatoes.

We sat and enjoyed our lunch while enduring questioning looks from the patrons… (the kind of looks you’d suspect a 15 year old would get who bellied up to the bar at a local tavern).

I went on to my next meeting.

I figured I’d not blog about it.