The food at my favorite restaurant is forgettable. The service is friendly, yes, but no better than you’d expect at any family-owned meat-and-three. The location is inconvenient, the parking is crowded, the chairs have no cushions and the prices are higher than they ought to be. Yet I go. And I go. And I go, God help me, knowing […]
It’s uncanny, this place I go. The stone exterior and the big, rustic beams inside. Real beams, not decorative. WPA-era stuff. The burgundy carpet and the pine panel walls, the buffalo head above the fireplace. The soundtrack. 100% vintage jazz. Deano and Mel, Julie and Peggy and Satch. I’d be satisfied to sit in the […]
