Out to dinner!

Did it feel strange, eating our first meal actually inside a restaurant since March 11?
No, it felt great. Yes, all the staff were wearing masks, and the waitress who brought our food asked permission before setting the plates down in front of us.
But the dining experience essentials were all there: we walked into the restaurant, sat down at a table, and were served dinner. Joy!
There is such a pent-up demand for going out to a restaurant that we actually had a tough time getting a reservation, even on a Wednesday night. One restaurant had no openings until 8 p.m. -- too late for me. At the place we chose, the Iron Hill Brewery on Main Street in Newark, every sidewalk table was full, so we ate inside (just as well; it was hot out there on the sidewalk). 
We wore masks as we walked into the restaurant but could take them off as we sat down. Some of the booths were taped off for social distancing, which cut down on the people watching. 
For dinner we had crab cakes with grilled asparagus (me) and a steak with broccoli (the Dearest Partner). No procedural changes were involved in the ordering or check-paying process. 
When the party across the room from us left, we noticed that a masked busboy promptly came out and cleaned and disinfected the entire booth, even pulling the table out so he could sweep up underneath.
We thanked the hostess and the waiters and told them we were so glad they were reopening. They seemed every bit as grateful.