"We're going the wrong way." my friend, Lynda, said.

Ron looked at his phone.

Lynda walked in the opposite direction. "Come on." she said. "This way."

We were headed to a restaurant Janine chose from a list of gluten-free restaurants on her phone.

I walked next to Lynda and said, "This isn't like you..."

"What?" she asked, checking the map on her phone as we crossed the street.

"You're the one navigating with your cell phone?"

She laughed.

"You don't understand." I said. "Ron is a big IT guy."

She laughed harder.

Ron said, "Good thing Lynda is here."

We laughed.

"And now Lynda he's probably going to offer you a job." I said.

"Yes." he agreed. "You're chief navigator."

We all laughed.

Ron and I were friends in Denver and I hadn't seen him in a year and a half. It was great catching up. It's no wonder we kept getting lost because we had so much to say.

Jeanine was hungry and stopped in front of a restaurant with small tables.

"Here." she said. "Let's eat here. I'm tired of walking and they have food."

We all agreed that finding a restaurant with food was a good idea.

The waitress sat us at the end of the bar where we sat in tall chairs with short backs and faced each other.

Jeanine and I both ordered the shrimp tacos because the waiter highly recommended them. The waiter put a plate with two tacos in front of me. Ron asked if they were gluten-free, just to be sure. The staff went into a flurry of being careful.

They returned the tacos to our table, but had divided the tacos onto two plates. Wait, did they think we wanted to share one order?

Nope. In that restaurant, Alta in New York City, one $15 order of shrimp tacos means you get one taco. Total. That's all. So it wasn't "Shrimp Tacos" on the menu. It must have said, "Shrimp Taco."

One taco?

I took a bite on my miniature taco that cheese melted onto the sides with greens over the cheese. The shrimp was cooked perfectly with a touch of spice and bits of guacamole and cilantro. As I went for the second bit I thought it might be the best shrimp taco I'd ever eaten.

Yes. The best shrimp taco ever.

At the end of the meal we were still hungry.

We walked to the rice pudding store where they had every imaginable flavor including Rocky Road, Mango Coconut and Old Faithful (plain).

Ron and Jeanine got rice pudding. Lynda and I stopped at the ice-cream store and got ice-cream. We headed back to Lynda's son's apartment where she was dog sitting.

We ate our treats.

Later our friend Adam joined us and said he was famished. We were all ready for more food.

We found a Vietnamese restaurant that