Dana and Josh made it to Portland last night. YAY! After making fun of MY choices for a late night spot to visit (Sheri's has NEVER failed me. Well, they have, but for the point of this story, let's just SAY they haven't!), we ventured out to Doug Fir. We got our grub on with mac & cheese, onion rings, clam chowder, fish & chips, smoked salmon platter, and a root beer float. The food, as always, was very good. The service? Eh, not so much. But the best part of the evening happened way before the food. It happened before we even got seated. We were waiting patiently and there were no employees around. The phone began to ring. And ring. And ring. And...well, you get the picture. Anyway, with a gleam in my eye, I leaned over to Dana and whispered, "Brother, why don't you answer the phone?" As I suspected, he jumped at the chance. He casually leaned over the counter, picked up the phone, and calmly and professionally said, "Good evening, Doug Fir. How may I help you?" Oh my gosh!!! I laughed so hard!!! It was a customer who had been there earlier in the evening, and thought maybe he had misplaced his debit card there. Dana very politely took the guy's name and phone number and before hanging up, he said, "Ok, sir, we'll let you know if we come across it." CLASSIC Dana, right there!
Afterwards, we went to my house for cookies and conversation. It was a great evening!