A few nights back, I played Russian roulette with the car GPS. We went to dinner, as a result, to Razz's Bar and Grill, a surprisingly pricy spot here in Scottsdale, AZ. The chicken scallopini was absolutely delicious and the raspberry torte was perfect. Just the proper state of mushy. Ben even joined us for dessert making the evening complete.
Carl told me early on it was my birthday dinner because of the really heavy price tag even though it was a day early. That was fine with me because it was just what I would have wanted had I picked it. Sometimes luck feels like lots more than just that.