We've spent quite a bit of time with Nanny at Heritage Manor over the two summer visits, but other than snacks, had yet to sit down for a formal dinner in the main dining hall. It was the night before we were leaving, so it only right to spend an extended evening at Nanny's place to cap the week.
As for the current state of retirement home food--well, I'm reminded of the old joke from Woody Allen's "Annie Hall", in which one guy warns: "Boy, the food at this place is really terrible." The other one says, "Yeah, I know--and such small portions!".
Actually, the porcupine meatballs entree I sampled was fine enough...reminding me a bit of the cold meatball plate at Ikea, and people get up at the crack of dawn for that one!Carter and Nathaniel turned on the charm and made several people's night and were really quite well-behaved for the entirety of the supper hour. The one thing about twins...they always seem to attract other twins, or parents of twins...guess it's not such a rarity of nature after all...
We then moved out into the courtyard to wind down the eventful day and enjoy the early evening breeze...
...even if the tableau of pigeons along the rooftop gave the otherwise tranquil moment a Hitchcockian spin...then again, they could've been there for the meatballs, too...
They really weren't bad...
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