The Food

The story here is very likely. We ran into Laura at the Expo. She had Swedish meatballs, claimed to know our site, and did the food for our friends' wedding a couple years back. We could not remember the food at that wedding, but no matter. The meatballs cleansed the palate from those innumerable platelets of cake.

So, a few weeks of dithering later, we drove down to R&R Catering's Deathstar orbiting the beltway in Springfield, VA one morning to see what we could taste. We pulled into the compound, nestled in a desolate industrial park that was in fact some distance from Springfield's saucy urban glow. The SYSCO eighteen-wheelers crowding the parking lot evoked the school cafeteria loading dock, and promised flavor free economy. However, once inside R and R's tiny Tuscan dining salon, just off the lobby of their cubicle farm, the food spoke for itself and at length. It was the best breakfast I'd had in a long time.

With a full stomach and well satisfied, we handed over plastic and the deal was done. Certain details are yet to be resolved. Sit down versus buffet, decoration, other things. But we can mark this one off more or less.