Amy's 87th Birthday at Good Old Lawry's

Amy is an incredible woman. She just turned 87 and is in great shape. She does not think she is in great shape since she has the occasional arthritic pain in her knees or shoulders but considering everything, I can only wish I could be as strong as she is when I turn 87. She still goes to the gym with her husband 5 days a week and paints (oil), does gardening and cleans constantly. If that's her secret, I don't have many years left!

Last night we celebrated her birthday at one of her favorite restaurants; Lawry's Prime Rib in Beverly Hills. As soon as we got there, we helped ourselves to their meatballs and fabulous homemade potato chips. We brought our own salt as it always lacks salt. I had previously requested for Ms. Sagent, the server we got to know but was informed that she doesn't come till later, but they would have her come to say hello to  us when she arrived. We started with a bottle of their very nice Reserve Cabernet Sauvignon. Our server this time was Ms. Armendiaz who we found a delight. She brought us a basket of warm "very" sour dough bread which we all loved. Sandi was only allowed 1 piece as she very often cannot finish her entree on account of too much bread.  Shortly after the bread, Ms Armendiaz came and performed her act of spinning the salad but not before she served us our very own chilled forks. The salad was good as usual. It's never the same when you make this at home even if you have the right ingredients.

We all had the Prime Rib with creamed horseradish and the usual mashed potatoes, Yorkshire pudding, and creamed corn. Some had half and half: creamed corn and creamed spinach. Everyone had left overs except me. I cleaned my whole plate; I had nothing to take home!

Ms. Armendiaz came back with another server and began to sing "Happy Birthday" to Amy and brought her a slice of the English Trifle. Desserts were included with our dinner. Nako and Amy brought theirs home. Sandi and I had the Créme Brûlée. We requested it to be burnt. It was perfectly burnt. Ms. Sargent came to say hello to us. I must say, the women that work there all seem to enjoy what they do. It is not merely a job for them, you can tell they aim to please. Other restaurants should take note!

We all were whining at the end of the meal as we were too full to move. It almost felt like we should all have been wheeled out on wheelchairs; at least the 3 of them. I could have used a wheelbarrow.