As much as I've been grousing about our bad weather, 'the husband' has a serious case of cabin fever.....as does his motorcycle buddy. Grumpy men do not make for a happy household. So, when our friends called and suggested lunch and a trip to one of the local furniture marts....we were out of the door in seconds.
It's very small......and nearly full each time we've visited. There's a flat grill on the back wall where the cook is in constant motion. I was fascinated watching his efficient actions. At the moment I took this photo.....some of the counter seats were unoccupied.....a rarity.
Booths and tables fill the outside walls, not more than 6" from the counter...and that's it......no real ambiance but the food is excellent and the prices are 1950's. We've never passed our lips over anything that wasn't scrumptious.
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