I woke up this morning feeling depressed. Anthony Bourdain’s death has affected us all. I knew I needed to get out of the house but I didn’t know where to go. I almost went to Panera Bread and had a vanilla chai latte and a scone, but someone I found myself driving right past it.

Instead, the car took me to Pace & Vine, a place to get something to eat in Vinings. As I walked into the restaurant, I felt good about my choice. They had to debate about where to find a table for one, but they managed. After all, a solitary brunch is rather sad, I suppose.

I got seated and the waitress said, “I like your glasses!” Oh, yes, my new red glasses. This was the first compliment I had gotten on them.

I ordered a regular coffee and chicken and waffles. The coffee was perfect. They also brought a basket of biscuits and muffins. I had half a biscuit and a muffin and they were melt-in-your-mouth good.

When the server came over, I said to him, “I’m takin’ these home!” And he vowed as to how he ate the biscuits often.

The chicken and waffles were wonderful, too. I had a small serving and they boxed the rest up to take home to Rob.

I drove home feeling like one lucky woman. I told the server that I had been so sad about Bourdain’s death and I was taking myself to brunch to remind myself that I was worth it. From what people said, he didn’t know how to relax and enjoy himself because he was driven to deliver the goods via his shows. And what wonderful shows they will always be. So here’s to you, Anthony.

Vicki may not be the best Vicki she can be, but she is the only Vicki. She deserves a rest on the Sabbath and this was a great one.

I am writing on the Sabbath, but I write in joy.

Vicki Woodyard