Apparently, when I dine solo, it's with the mentality of a surgical strike force: go in, eat as much food, so as much damage, and get out. That was the case for Midwest Grill. It was fun chowing down chicken hearts and garlic bread. Downed a couple of caipirinhas which were second to only hammercock's in terms of quality. Then I looked at the empty chair across my table and found my appetite dropping.
My wife gets back on Tuesday.