This was not a good surprise.

A week ago Saturday after our Easter Party, I was tired and I didn't 
want to go in the kitchen and cook again.... so we decided to go to 
our comfort restaurant, El Matador.

The workers know us there, it's quiet and comfy, the food is good 

and always the same, and it's kind of like going to someone's home. 

I've been going there for 28 years. We even ate there the very first 

week we moved to our Filbert house in 1990.

So as we pulled up to this restaurant last Saturday there were no 

cars in front of it. I thought at first, oh, they must have taken off 

Easter weekend. But then I remembered, it wasn't Easter weekend.

Then we saw a dreaded sign on the door. This does not look good. 

Den got out of the car to read it. And I followed him.

Sorry if that sounds a bit dramatic talking about a restaurant, but we 

have many memories there. Take a look what I mean...

Some of my grand babies grew up in this restaurant...

Lots of family happenings....Like the day my niece Natalie came 
with my Dad...I'll never forget that real little dog in her purse. 

Seriously. 

Juliet had her very first food there...tortilla chips!

We went here LOTS and LOTS of times with my Dad and Susan...

and there was even that time with Grandma Nellie 

(my sister's mother in law who we all LOVE)

Granddaughters, Elora and Kylie and my niece Kaidy.

Den's Mom loved El Matador too!

Too many fun memories and way more pictures 

than you would want to see or I can find today!

Then poof, it's over. 

I'm sad we didn't get to say goodbye.