Renee and I went to Cleveland today for her annual follow-up appointment. Lunch afterwards has become a tradition, and Burntwood Tavern in Lyndhurst is our go-to.
We panicked a bit when it didn't show up on the map right away but were eventually relieved to find the restaurant right where it's been for at least the last four years.
When the waiter asked for my drink order, it occurred to me that we hadn't been out to lunch in quite some time, global pandemic and all. "I'll have an Arnold Palmer." I haven't said that in a long time!
Lunch was great, and it was wonderful to reconnect with our tradition.
