We Escaped the Room, but My Wife Did Not Escape the Inevitable March of Time

My wife figured out that the best way to celebrate her birthday with larger-sized children (and their smaller-sized girlfriends) is to do an activity-- last year we went to Top Golf-- and this year we navigated a fairly tricky escape room set in a comic shop and the hostess chick said we "crushed it"-- we only needed one clue-- and she said we were fun to watch because we actually cooperated and most families bicker and fight quite a bit-- and then we went and got some thin crust pizza at Frankie Fed's, a very Jersey pizza place where the apostrophe is optional . . . and when we got to Frankie Fed's, we enacted the escape room in reverse-- we circled the restaurant twice, trying every door but not finding our way in -- first we entered the kitchen, then a backroom with a take-out counter, but we finally found the actual entry door, which was obscured by a large Christmas bow.