The little things

Our favorite restaurant right now is Jason’s Deli—fast, inexpensive, good food. Will’s favorite macaroni and cheese (yes, he likes it more than mine). Friendly staff who always load up our fruit cups with grapes for a certain little boy. A pickle mascot who looks just like John Kerry. And free ice cream cones for desert.

Laura likes to fill out their comment cards, and once she discovered that some restaurants will send you a get-a-free-cookie postcard when you do, she evaluates the food and service when we eat out very regularly. Often, in fact, before the food and service get there, but as she always points out, it’s always good here. So why worry about the technicalities?

But last time we went Laura took the drastic measure of writing a note on the comment card, because our favorite Jason’s ice cream machine’s been busted for probably the last month (the only other Jason’s in our driving distance puts fake bacon bits on their potatoes—ugh). They’ll give the kids a free cookie to make up for it, but the lack of soft-serve ice cream has become something of a tragedy in both kids’ assessment (although Will unfortunately can’t write about it yet). We might ride up there for dinner tomorrow night—but Laura asked me to call first to see if they got their new machine first! I guess it really is the little things that count.