Aging With Flavor
written by jaron summers (c) 2005
A group of 40-year-old girlfriends was on a mission to find the perfect dinner spot. After much debate (and possibly a bottle of wine), they unanimously decided on the Ocean View Restaurant.
The waiters wore pants so tight you could read their credit scores, and their buns were practically artisan.
Fast forward 10 years. Now 50, the same group of friends gathered once again to decide where to meet. “Ocean View Restaurant,” they agreed.
Not because of the waiters, but because the food was so good, and the wine list made their book clubs look like amateur hour. The buns? Barely mentioned.
At 60, the group met for dinner debate once again. This time, the decision was pragmatic.
The Ocean View Restaurant won because it offered peace, quiet, and a stunning ocean view—perfect for ignoring each other while staring wistfully at the horizon.
By the time they hit 70, practicality was king. The Ocean View Restaurant was the obvious choice because it was wheelchair accessible, had an elevator, and the staff didn’t mind repeating the specials… loudly.
Then came 80. They regrouped for their now-decade-long tradition.
After much deliberation, they chose the Ocean View Restaurant once again. The reason? Now one could remember being there before.
And the buns? Still there. On the chairs.
