A couple weeks ago, I had a dream about Friendly’s restaurant. There used to be one (maybe it’s still there …) in a shopping mall my mom and I used to visit at the holidays: driving for miles in a circle to find parking; wall-to-wall people, being beat up by passing shopping bags. Getting lunch at Friendly’s was the highlight of the day. I can’t remember ever having a bad meal there. And the ice cream was divine. It was a piece of nostalgia to go to the actual not-in-the-mall restaurant with my mom a couple years back.My dream was a Friendly’s holiday television commercial.They were advertising pre-order for full-sized bean pies for Thanksgiving. At first, I couldn’t figure out what was so wrong with the commercial, but then it dawned on me: the pies had top crust. Lattice, full, artistic, different pies danced across the screen of my mind.And then I woke up because no self-respecting bean pie has a lid.