It is close to lunch. We've wrapped up the general practitioner visit and picked up the prescription. While walking to the parking lot, "There is a new salad bar close to the city garden. Let's have lunch there." Mom have been eating salads. And plain boiled eggs. Even some types of vegetable and protein are off her plate. There is a whole list, well, still invisible, but we've tried our best to take it into account every day. Her favorite is Caesar salad, because there are roasted chicken and creamy dressing. Very filling. She orders one. I order Vietnamese vegetable roll with --I forgot-- beef. Ah, mom can't try mine. The atmosphere of the place is really nice and raw. People come to have lunch upstairs. We choose the seat next to the salad mixing station downstairs. Soft instrumental music accompanies the busy mumbling kitchen. Our salads come in no time. Her salad consisted of lettuce, carrot, crouton, some parmesan shreds, roasted chicken, an...
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