This past weekend Earl and I were in attendance when Georgia Tech trounced the University of Notre Dame’s football team. The Yellow Jackets showed little remorse as they stung and stung again, while the ND quarterback — regardless of which one of the three possible successors to Brady Quinn was on the field — simply couldn’t do anything but swat at air. Or be sacked.
It was so disheartening that ND fans began leaving around the middle of the fourth quarter when it became apparent that even a miracle wasn’t going to change the outcome of the game. Touchdown Jesus couldn’t come up with the necessary four or five touchdowns it would have taken.
Earl and I were among the deserters who chose not to stay to the bitter end. Instead we got a jump start on the ride home. Rather than fighting with eighty thousand jubilant attendees all leaving at once, we joined the steady stream of glum ticket holders who’d had enough. We planned to eat an after-game dinner at The Millennium Steak House in Niles, Michigan, and headed directly there. Earl hadn’t bothered to make a reservation, and I wondered if we would get in. But he told me he’d asked Jesus to take care of the situation, and I guess He did. We were seated without delay.
I wrote about The Millennium back in March, after our last dining experience there. It was when we discovered the owners no longer offered the handmade sorbet as a treat between the first course and the main course. I complained bitterly about this. But to our surprise, our server brought raspberry sorbet after our salads. And it was as wonderful as I’d remembered. So wonderful that I had to ask how the return of the sorbet came to be.
“Many people complained,” the server said. “It was a trademark around here for so long that its absence was noticed.” I smiled. We may have lost the football game, but we’ve won the sorbet challenge!
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