Yeah, so, a meat eater, a vegan and a 6-year-old autistic boy walk into a steakhouse …
For about a year now, my mighty, mighty good boy Calvin has been obsessed with the ceiling fans at Harris’ Restaurant. The steakhouse is nearby his speech appointment, and we always stop by after his session so he can say hello to the ceiling fans in the bar. And he would always ask me, “Can we eat here?”
“Not today,” I tell him.
“They don’t have burger? Next time?”
“Yes, some other time.”
The truth is it would be an expensive experiment, but to celebrate his first day of first grade we decided to be brave and actually eat there.
He was really excited. Unfortunately, they don’t have a burger (which seems weird for a steakhouse, right?), but they offered a plain chicken breast. Calvin said he didn’t want that and opted for a bowl of rice. Cheap date!
David ordered a Manhattan and massive filet with peppercorn sauce. He was in heaven.
The kitchen made me a plate of vegetables with garlic, balsamic and various other seasonings. Veggies that are prepared well with a big glass of red wine … I was happy.
After dinner, Calvin got some chocolate ice cream.
“It’s not a cone,” he correctly pointed out.
“No, I’m sorry. They don’t have cones.”
“OK.”
Don’t worry. He made it work.
