Whenever we go out to eat, Grandma always wishes she could just see what everything on the menu looks like. It would help her to make up her mind. Well, one day long ago in Toronto, she had that opportunity.
We had wandered into a Greek restaurant near our hotel, deciding to risk a different cuisine. Once seated, the waiter asked if we had eaten there before, which we hadn't. He then explained the routine to us: first, one orders drinks, then one walks to the back of the restaurant where the chef shows one the various foods and explains each, one makes a selection, returns to the table and the waiter brings everything as ordered. Needless to say, Grandma was in seventh heaven. And the food was delicious!
Every trip to Toronto since then has had at least one trip to a Greek restaurant.