Sometimes you do things for love. Like watch romantic comedies and eat bon bons on a Friday night. Or say “you look great in that honey” when really you wonder what the hell she is thinking. And then there is eating at Islands.
So the Monsters have a longstanding Monday lunch date and we’re passing by Islands on our way to a more civilized lunch when Mrs. Monster has a pang of nostalgia (small stroke perhaps?) and swings a u-turn into the Islands parking lot.