Sign on the door of a restaurant – “Sorry, We’re Open.”
Back to my weekend with my brother Dan. One of our aims was to find a local restaurant that had good food. Boy, did we score on that one!
The restaurant in question was a diner that was in a smallish space lined with a dozen or so booths. The food was as close to home cooking as you could want if you came from a home with a good cook. Portions were LARGE. Gratefully, there was a fridge in our room.
Our first dinner there was a fish dinner that came with a side of a quarter of a chicken or three chicken strips. Each chicken strip was the size of Philadelphia.
But fear not! There was a senior menu. Sort of. Actually, there were senior prices but the menu stated that the portions were not smaller. I guess seniors could take the leftovers home for a second meal. Good plan and thank you!
Breakfast? Senior offerings, even those that featured eggs, came with toast and potatoes and a side of eggs. Yes, you got eggs with your eggs. A side of bacon was five strips. I love bacon.
One morning I had the corned beef hash, about a pound or so, with eggs and potatoes and toast. Dan has the Texas french toast with blueberries and whipped cream.
The waitperson was amazing, attentive, and as usual, remembered the big tippers. Yes, we are shameless enough to buy their love. No, we were not foolish enough to weigh ourselves when we got home. We’ll save that for another day.
Loveya – The Grandma
Artist, African hand drum student, yoga neophyte, and Grandmother of 22 or so grandchildren. I enjoy cooking and writing. I value good friends and quiet times for reading.