Baum Boulevard boast bars, a BMW dealership and Ritters' Diner. When my high school friends and I stopped there in the mid-1980s for late nite fries, little did I know that my elderly parents would turn Ritters' into their new-Millineum dinning room. They have shunned the local continuous care facilities for their own apartment and 2-3 meals a day at this home-away-from-eldercare. And why not? We're barely in the door when Amber the Server comes over to hug and kiss my Mom. I stiffen with jealousy until I remember that I live 1,000 miles away from the 'Burgh and if Amber wants to pamper my Mom while I'm a flight away, why should I complain? And that's not the end of the spoilage. Without asking Amber brings my parents a string of customized items: water (without ice), omletes (extra onions), rolls (buttered and toasted), and the "magic basket" filled with butter, jelly, and extra napkins. I don't know how many more grilled cheese sandwiches I can eat this weekend, but as Amber helps my mother back into her coat I'm grateful for the five plus star service at Ritters' Diner.