With nearly everyone's day off or vacation making them available for lunch, my parents, my aunt Sylvia, my brother, and I all met up at Sweetwater Tavern. Matt arrived late so there was lots of time for mom to review the menu to decide what she wanted, which was to copy my aunt's order. Mom had the Monterey Salad with Spiced Pecans but, like aunt Sylvia, she wanted grilled chicken, not fried. Additionally, mom wanted her chicken, "BLACKENED" which she said with a little gesture of her hand that I don't know meant anything. She also had coffee, but only wanted it if it was fresh.
Though mom had been responsible for picking the restaurant location, she was unhappy with building's construction (the warehouse style ceiling does not help absorb sound), nor the choice to blast psychedelic 60's rock over the restaurant's sound system where we had to keep asking each other to repeat what was said over "Free Bird."
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