Choosing Wisely

I could have been at a party in the park, but I’m glad I wasn’t. Friday was a national holiday in England as the local populace went to great lengths to celebrate the wedding of Prince William and Kate Middleton. It was a glorious affair. We were in Bath on the day of the wedding. (We’d originally planned to be in London, but that was before William and Kate set their date making London the last place in the world I wanted to be on Friday.) The celebration of choice in Bath was a party - well, actually parties - in the park that eventually drifted into some of the more raucous pubs in the evening.

That would be the same evening that Suzanne and I discovered an Italian restaurant with some of the best food I have ever tasted. And it was empty. (Technically we didn’t
discover it; our hostess recommended it.) Granted the place only seats 15 people, not counting the al fresco option of the outdoor tables, but it seemed strange that such good food should be so widely ignored. “We didn’t know what to expect today,” we were told. “Lunch was busy, but tonight it is very quiet.”

“They don’t know what they are missing,” I told him, and my comment left me pondering: I wonder how often I choose unwisely and don’t know what I’m missing?
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