Don't you just love restaurants that are in former houses? There is a sense of coming home, especially when it's Thanksgiving and you're stomping the snow off your feet inside the front door. Alys comes out of the kitchen to chitchat a bit, then says..."well, I need to go carve a turkey now" and she flits off, to be replaced by a kindly man who, with an expression of sincere pleasure, brings you bread and butter. If you have dietary restrictions, tell him and they will accommodate. Other guests enter and soon the small dining room is full of talk and good cheer. The turkey arrives moist and delicious, accompanied by vegetables that you gobble up, and hopefully by an excellent wine. Maybe the latter is the Aguaribay malbec from Argentina. And when you are stuffed and happy, a choice of desserts is offered along with coffee. When at last you say your last thanks and head out, the holiday spirit is strong within you and you can't wait to do it again.More