Always easy bumping into an old friend, which I did, yesterday morning. My friend Glenn, who used to work with my brother and was one of the regulars on our ski trips to Park City.
Adding to the surreal moment was that I was with my friend Rob, who by coincidence happened to know Glenn as well. The city can be teeny every now and then.
It was a kickass day that started with breakfast with Rob at Eisenberg’s, and was capped off by dinner with my mom at Fresco by Scotto, and this yumminess:
