Old mates

My friend DQ is here on holiday from the US with his lovely family. He and I caught up tonight at German restaurant Lowenbrau Keller in The Rocks. We dined on proper pretzels and pork schnitzels that completely eclipsed the dinner plates on which they were served. We washed them down with ludicrously large mugs of beer (the mango-flavoured brew proving an unlikely winner). We talked and laughed and shook our heads. There was too much new ground to cover; there were too many old steps to retrace. But we gave it a bloody good try. I won't attempt to do justice here to a 22-year friendship with no fallings-out. Sufficed to say, I wish we could catch up more often.