Last weekend, B and I were headed to our favorite Italian place. Unfortunately it was closed for some unknown reason. So we went for a secondary restaurant–little more upscale but the food is good and it’s only a few miles from where we were.
We got seated and started in on some really good food combined with service that is truly unrivaled. A young Hispanic family came in soon after we got there. Dad was taking care of the baby girl, son was NOT on a phone, and Mom was clearly enjoying the food.
Both B and myself are talkers and soon started up a conversation (B was closer so was point on the convo). We got to find out that Mom is pregnant–they don’t know the sex, but were taking all guesses.
Truly enjoyed talking with them and think it was mutual. Soon it was time to go, so I gave the waiter my card (it was my idea to go so it was my turn to pay). In a couple of minutes, he brought back my card, but no receipt. When I asked him, he indicated that the family had paid for our dinner (which was very generous because we really chowed down).
Usually B is the one who does the surprise paying for someone’s meal; it was humbling to be on the flip side.
Midwest Chick's Place 
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