Kathy Schnagl, Julia Rice, Rita Bruce, Terry Harvey and I met at Wild Roots on 68th and Becher Street. The restaurant had a few patrons, but not crowded. The waitress had to rearrange a table for us because I reserved for four, and we had five; Julia did not get my message.
It took a while to take our order, but Kathy and I were happy to learn that the chef could make the salmon cakes when previously we were told they were out. We had a lot to talk about in the hour it took to get our food. One thing we talked about was the noise. There was nothing to absorb the noise in this building with all hard surfaces. Even the plates were of slate that seemed noisy. Terry wasn't happy with her choice which seemed to be too much bun and not enough brisket. My salmon was very good, so were the French fries, which I probably should have omitted, because of the salt. By the time we paid our bill, it was a two-hour lunch.
I changed my mind about going to cards. I headed out to the credit union instead to cash some checks. Roads were under construction in many directions, so I mailed the checks.
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