"Welcome to Buca! May I show you to your table?"
The C's, the W's, and the W-P's went to dinner together at an Italian restaurant famous for its kitschy decor. We sat in the Pope Room, where images of Benedict, JPII, and John 23 gazed down at our family-style pasta, not to mention the cherubs on the ceiling.
The kids had a blast. They loved the papal throne, each taking turns to sit in the big wooden chair. Markers and coloring were also involved, so Lucas looks more like a wounded man.
The bust of Benedict is in the middle and sits on a lazy susan. We kept spinning him around so as not to be stared at whilst we ate-- the pope doesn't want to be that rude, ya know.
He was even gracious to offer us some of his grandmother's favorite beverages.
Bob W and his granddaughter Phoebe were stuffed to the gills with all the penne, ravoli, and rigatoni pasta served as...
...Andrew and Lori enjoyed Margaret W-P's company.
At the end of the evening, we were all blessedly full.