"Would you like a Braille menu, ma'am?"
Raven looked surprised for a split second before her deep red, pouty little mouth turned into a grin.
"You have Braille menus?" she almost giggled.
"We do. They're pretty new," the hostess informed us as she put a plain white piece of heavy paper in Raven's hand. I could see the bumps on it.
Raven leaned toward me as the hostess left with a promise of Bernice being there soon to take our drink orders.
"This might be my favorite place in Cincinnati already. It feels so nice, and smells good, and they have Braille menus!"
"I hear their steaks are pretty good too, Raven," I grinned at her.
Raven's expression changed. She was reading the menu, and she looked puzzled.
"This place is called Hoosier Steaks , right?"
"Yep. There are a few of them in
