Back in Lewisburg
Henry and I are back in Lewisburg. We had a great trip, saw lots of people and sights, and ate lots of good food. As a belated Valentine's Day present Dave decided to drive up to Boston to pick us up, with the ulterior motive of taking me out for a romantic dinner on Saturday night. We decided to go to Roka, a great little sushi restaurant on Mass Ave where Dave and I spent many a night gnoshing on gyoza when we were first dating. We put Henry to bed at 7:15, waved good-bye to my parents, and ran out the door. After circling around for half an hour looking for a parking space, we walked up the to the balcony that overlooks Roka (which is below street level) and saw that it was closed. Not just closed, but empty. It's gone. The only thing left is their still lit-up sign. Now, if we were in Lewisburg and this had happened, we wouldn't have had any problem deciding where else we could go to dinner because there are only, like, four other restaurants. However, being in the big city, we both panicked a bit at the number of options and thus could make no decision at all. We drove through Inman Square, then through Kendall, then finally I suggested we go to the Grand Canal. Good idea: North Station area + tons of restaurants and bars = no empty street parking spaces on a Saturday night for miles around. But we gave it a shot. For forty-five minutes we drove around and around, with no luck. So back to Cambridge we drove. We tried another place, but they had a half-hour wait and by this point I was really grumpy and so hungry I could've eaten the maitre-d's hand so we left and got take-out thai food from the place we happened to park in front of. It turned out to be really good. It's strange to be back in the quiet of Lewisburg. This was the first time I wasn't really looking forward to coming back (don't freak out, Bobo) but once we pulled into the driveway it was great to be home.