Nothing gives one better perspective than getting away–even just for a day or two.
At the last minute, Mr. Restaurant Gal and I found a hotel room over Easter weekend in the tiny Ohio town where our son goes to college. We left Saturday, drove 9 hours there, ate and drank with the boy, then crashed early enough so that he still had a full Saturday night to enjoy without us ‘rents.
Sunday was a repeat, with a couple of trips to Super Wal Mart to round out his pantry. We drove 9 hours back home today. I am sure my restaurant survived without me.
What is not to love about a college town, where the off-campus houses rented by students display hand-painted signs such as The Panty Shanty, Absolut Angels, Stagger Inn, and, my personal favorite, Tappa Kegga Day?
This is a town that actually appreciates its college kids, courts their favor, encourages their business. Restaurants are a plenty, bars can be found everywhere, funky shops offer up beads and wall hangings. We were greeted and thanked everywhere we went, by everyone who worked in every establishment. So was my son and his roommate. That’s just how they are out there.
I loved the slower pace of everything, the town square with flowers in full bloom, the cars that stop for pedestrians in a crosswalk.
I loved seeing my kid.
It was a fine day off.