They go out

every Thursday for dinner.  They have a favourite place and that is where they go.  If you call over there, forgetting that this is their Thursday thing, you are reminded that they only have a few minutes before they will be leaving and then you get to have a nice conversation until they are ready.

They have, each of them, favourite items on the menu, although one or the other will try to mix it up a bit once in a while.  I hear that the soup is good, but some of the names of the soups are weird and despite their years of experience at this restaurant, they joke with the people there and simply decline the more strange offerings.

They go there and they sit and talk.  They spend the entire evening talking and eating.  They have drinks.  

It is grown-up stuff and they never let anything affect their plans.  

Thursday evenings are for just the two of them. 

Even though it is a great restaurant, I can never eat there.  Even driving by on my way to work fills me with yearning for just a single, tiny moment of the same for myself.