2 Steps Between Me and Chicken Wings

  "I'm with the Manhattan reservation." "For 6:30 pm?" "Yes," I replied. He turned his head to the right, away from the main dining room  and my gaze followed his.  My eyes were drawn immediately to the two steps dawning it's entry. "No chicken wings for me," I said, and steered towards the exit and out to my van.    I had checked the restaurant on line to make sure it was wheelchair accessible but when I arrived, the party room that was reserved for our group was raised by 2 steps.     Being a