Perhaps it was suitable that I had my birthday meal/brunch/buffet by the Van Nuys Airport, at a place called the 94th Aero Squadron.
Outside it's decked out like a French cottage, lush with flowers, trees, ducks, a fountain…
…as well as having jeeps, artillery and planes out front.
Oh, and there's a gaping hole in the roofing, so it's safe to assume that Jerry came to some grief there at some point.
Inside, it was draped with photos, posters and other memories from both world wars.
There was a chart of enemy warcraft silhouettes, which my father recalled having to memorize. The omelet station was next to a wall hung with khaki gaiters and gas masks. Churchill smiled above the country potatoes. Big band music was playing in the background.
I love the place.
My first dish was pedictable. I present you Breakfast Meat:
My final dish was a little dainty, I'll admit. But since three other dishes had become the first and final, I was only capable of just a wee sampling.
If you ever wish to feast with war, this is indeed the place.
Still, there will always be things best ventured on one's own: