It was a unanimous choice to head to Otto Ristorante in honor of the man's birthday. (Thanks for all the wishes!) The poor boy spent it at work. We picked him up at the office only at 8pm.
There's something comforting about eating at our favorite restaurant after a long day. This is a restaurant that doesn't raise eyebrows at our numerous and sometimes peculiar requests.
The man's birthday fell exactly on Passover. We had dinner with the family. So eating out was a little dicey and challenging for the restaurant in question. But Otto, really, managed it brilliantly. They acceded to all our requests with nary a complaint and all smiles from the servers.
Quietly, the man turned 35. He doesn't really care about the bit about age because he thinks he's still 25. He fiercely fights against being sucked into the corporate grind. He stands up for his beliefs and has pursued many passions to the fullest, with few regrets to speak of. I suppose, this defines the third decade of his life. A toast is definitely in order. To the next exciting half of his 30s then.