Bistro Newsletter

Like most of you, I will be celebrating Mom on Sunday. We’re headed to Comerica Park, and I’ll host an early dinner after the game. Lamb Chops & Scallops, two of my mother’s favorites will be on the menu and her favorite, a bold Italian red wine.

Sandra deserves to be spoiled, after all, she put up with my shenanigans my entire life. Being the baby of the family, I learned to do every bad thing younger and sneakier than my two older sisters. I also was more stubborn and a bigger risk taker than they were. I didn’t want to listen to anyone, definitely not my mom. I had to learn all my own lessons, often the hard way. I think I ran Sandra through the ringer. When I was about 18 or 20, I think she finally threw her hands up and we just decided I would be okay eventually… and we became the best of friends.   

Sandra makes friends easy, you’ll often see her sitting at the bar with or without her honey, Frank, chatting with whomever is lucky enough to sit beside her. She is one of the most genuine, friendly and kind people I know. Patient, understanding and extremely compassionate. Whenever I tell her a story about a troubling employee or a difficult guest or even my own husband, she always stops me, to ask me to see their point of view. Sandra tells me I need to try to understand what they are going through, how they only see their point of view, how I might make them feel, how could I make the situation better. For 53 years Sandra has tried to teach me to be kind, compassionate, smart and respectful. I’m a work in progress, Mom, but thank you from the bottom of my heart for giving it your all. For putting up with me. For forgiving me. For cheerleading for me. For protecting me. For worrying about me. For laughing with me. For loving me unconditionally.​

Happy Mother’s Day
Sharon