It Pays to Give Something Another Chance Or Maybe Five

Friday night, after guitar practice, we went to Vin Rouge again, because 2/3 of us were craving steaks. In the past, that's been a bit of a pain, because most of their handicapped parking sign had disappeared and you had to use your imagination when looking for paint indicating where parking was prohibited next to the actual space. They've always had to look for someone in the restaurant or the one next door to ask the people parked there to move.

Well, look at the glorious work that they've done! That blindingly white area is the new sign, which appears to also be quite reflective. JJ and EB were hiding on the other side of my van.

My duck confit salad was exquisite.