John and I had dinner in a little restaurant I had never noticed before in Carytown. (Carytown is the funky area of little shops and independent merchants a few miles from home.) The restaurant is named Bonvenu, which, the website informed us, means welcome in Esperanto. John and I are so much alike that despite a diverse and inviting menu, we each ordered gazpacho and a salad of mixed greens and baby asparagus with tomatoes, sliced steak and gorgonzola. After two courses of healthful choices we split a brownie and ice cream. It tasted just as good as it looked.
