Devlin and I stopped for lunch last week at a Mediterranean joint in The Central West End. It started well enough, i.e. we walked through the door without incident, but quickly turned sour. Enter autistic tantrum. Devlin became fixated that he hated this restaurant. He refused to sit down in his chair. He didn’t like the utensils. The menu annoyed Keep reading!
I figured this was as good a way to start your week as any other. I have no idea WHAT exactly THIS is, but it is on the bar at one of my favorite restaurants in the Central West End, Oasis Mediterranean Cafe on Euclid. I must have been in the restaurant a half a dozen times before I saw Keep reading!