We're Regulars

We’ve come to Raritan to eat at Mugs. Before entering the restaurant, we visit a little fenced-in patch of weeds, ‘Libby’s Throw-up Garden,” named for a past illness experienced there. Inside, we fight over the cherished seat on the L-shaped booth, though it belongs to Libby alone. Daddy orders red wine, potato skins, and chicken parmesan.  He feeds us each a forkful of his red wine. We watch John, the restaurant manager, pace the aisles, chat with the regulars, us included. Libby tries to read the clock on the opposite wall. We discover she needs glasses. Our big night out.