I have just returned from dinner with cyber son, Jed. We tried a new Mexcian place in the area that I had heard good things about. I was a wussburger and went for the plain old 3 tacos, rice, and beans. Actually they were quite wonderful. Jed, on the other hand, went for some massive burrito on steroids that looked quite fabulous and that he said was quite tasty. (Sorry, no photos)
After dinner, I suggested we take something back for ailing cyber daughter Ann, but Jed said, "Let her get her own damn food," or words to that effect.