Chapter Twenty-One
Griffin
“Why haven’t we eaten here before?” Dottie asked, her green eyes glittering. “I love how open and spacious it is. And the menu looks amazing.”
“Because you never come downtown, that’s why.” I replied, then picked up the menu. We were at the Urban Farmhouse in Shockoe Slip. It was a large space with exposed brick walls and floor to ceiling windows that opened onto the brick sidewalk outside when it was warm. They grew most of their own food, and what they didn’t they purchased from local organic farmers.
“This looks intriguing. Normally I detest all the pumpkin foods and drinks that are foisted upon us this time of the year, but pumpkin hummus? It sounds so bizarre I must try it.” Dottie laid her menu down and waited for me to make up my mind.
“I’m going to b
