I've reached Nirvana. I've been to Heaven.

We recently spent some time in St. Louis with Cliff's sister and her husband.  The weather was great, and we rode motorcycles together just like in the old days when they lived nearby.

It was so great to see them riding ahead of us, and to hear that Harley roar.  
But the high point of our ride that day was when we ate dinner at Mel's Illinois Riverdock Restaurant.  Seriously, you need to go there.  Get plane tickets to St. Louis and rent a car.  Drive across the country.  Get a boat and ride up the Mississippi River to Mel's.  I don't care how you get there, but you NEED to go.  
Cliff and I shared a Philly-brisket sandwich.  It was perfect, but the dessert topped anything I've ever eaten in my life:  The best carrot cake in the universe!

By the way, the coffee was perfect too... just strong enough.  Oh, and don't forget the good conversation with our favorite couple.  

However, my dear sister-in-law left this much because she couldn't eat another bite.  Neither could I, or I would have finished it for her.

Cliff finished his.  I had to ask him to stop chewing so I could take this picture.  That's why he looks so silly.  I think he was making fun of me and my camera.  

Do we look like our bellies are full?  Well, trust me:  they are.  
I have instructed my loved ones to scatter my ashes on Mel's parking lot when I'm dead.  Of course, the location of my final resting place changes often, so don't worry if I choose another place tomorrow.  I was seriously under the influence of carrot cake.
If you eat at the Riverdock Diner, be sure to tell them Donna sent you.