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| - This place reminds me of the household of a very good friend of mine (the daughter of Greek immigrants) who I met during junior high. After high school, I had moved on (due to my career choice), but on the occasions I went back home, I would always check in with her, see if she could hang out. Occasionally, I would have to pick her up; if I had to wait for her (lady's prerogative) I would wait in the kitchen with Momma. She would ask if I was hungry, did I want something to drink, the whole shebang. ("Momma, could you leave it alone? We're going out for dinner ...!") Hospitality was something Momma knew how to extend. If the folks here were to wear "house clothes" (you know what I mean) and slippers, they could probably recreate that vibe from my past.
Great food and good people.
Oh, and an extra zing: while I was getting lunch, Zak Bagans from the Travel Channel was there. "Hey, how you doing? Fan of the show, doing great stuff." (In black and white, it reads boring, but it wasn't.)
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