I've shared pints and stories with friends on Edison's whimsical patio, I've rubbed elbows with the locals while at the bar and I've balanced the ability to shoot pool and simultaneously, scarf pizza slices in the back room. But last night's outing at Edison's seemed to be one scripted from an old black and white Italian film that highlighted simpler times.
We were in serious need of a nightcap. A punctuation to a night out with friends following another tough defeat on the local sandlot. A quick stroll down Professor Avenue on this balmy summer evening revealed our destination and intention. A slice at Edison's would be it. But it wasn't to be eaten amongst the rest of the bar crowd, it was to be eaten outside on a curb overlooking the dozens of nearby illuminated Eastern European churches in the area. The slices were ordered take-out, in which we placed through a screen door entrance that is separate from the rest of the bar. A perfect quick late night snack. Cleveland doesn't have enough of these types of places, but tonight, we were in luck. It worked out perfectly.
Slices being consumed while sitting on a curb overlooking Tremont on a random summer's night. The setting, the weather, the company, the pizza, the reflection. Just taking time to enjoy the simpler things in life just isn't done enough anymore.