It had been nearly three months since my last visit to The Peddler. When the weather is cool or cold, I eat there every week or so, but when the weather is hot, my foraging radius doesn’t include that side of town. The routine I’ve established at The Peddler is carved in stone: I arrive at 5:30, which […]
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 […]
