Comfort Shows in Dimly Lit Restaurants

Today marks exactly one day before my birthday, which in my opinion is only a step behind in joy when compared to the actual day. This being said, I happily embarked on the yearly tradition my family holds of gathering together at a table of choice (this particular table happened to come in a dimly lit variety) at a local restaurant I personally haven’t visited in a hot minute. I ordered my favorite comfort meal that’s not necessarily easy to mess up. The meal in question? Chicken, sweet potatoes (completely smothered in butter and cinnamon) and rice. Whenever I find myself unsure or uneasy about a menu, this is what I go with, and it hasn’t failed me yet. This idea of comfort chimed around the table as we got to talking on our own comfort shows. I always thought a comfort show was something you find yourself watching without becoming bored of it, a show you know like the back of your hand. Something in a world that constantly changes, this particular show won’t. In a way a cup of hot coffee brings us comfort and reminds us of the start of our day, a comfort show in a way gives us the signal to rest. And so, I walked out of the dimly lit restaurant into the balmy night, and promptly turned on my comfort show, with my favorite blanket, and my warm cup of tea in hand, because joy can be found in the predictable.