Question of the week: What are your Larkspur memories?

A restaurant can’t thrive in a city for 20 years without creating a few memories for its residents.

Maybe it’s because it’s right across the street from where I work, but I have more than a few personal memories associated with Larkspur, which is celebrating 20 years of business starting this year. (Read my hot-off-the-editor’s-desk story about Larkspur here.)

I bid professional farewells to more than a few fabulous co-workers in that restaurant, including former symphony writer Chris Shull and movie reviewer Bob Curtright.

I watched my best friend Jaime’s new boyfriend (now husband) serenade her at Larkspur’s grand piano one night a few years ago.

I have spent countless lunch hours eating Metro salads and tirimisu by the window with Bonnie, and I let more than a few tears flow into my Sauvignon Blanc under the protective wisteria ceiling of Larkspur’s beautiful patio.

I know I’m not the only one. What are some of your best Larkspur memories? Share in the comments section below.