This past weekend I took my son to Harmony Lunch for the first time. He had a playdate who bailed on him and I decided to do something nice with him to cheer him up.
Suffice to say, I love that restaurant. From the pork burgers, to the weathered, contoured hardwood floors, to the still-functioning shake machine right out of the 50′s, to how you stink like grease and hamburgers when you leave, everything about that place is comforting to me.
As I sat beside my son, eating, we talked about how others can let you down, how to be strong, and how sometimes it is important to sometimes take the time to do something that makes you happy. Our conversation drifted to other things, and I told him about how the restaurant was his Great-great-Uncle’s favourite restaurant. Apparently it is now his favourite restaurant, too. He suggested we bring mom there for lunch on Mother’s Day.
With his little brother still a crawler the thought of taking the whole family there, with Isaac shuffling around on those floors, makes my skin crawl. Still, it warms my heart to think that there may be a new tradition started on that Saturday afternoon.