One of my favorite places to eat growing up, and a favorite of my dads until the virus started, was a place like that that started as a halfway house.
Shared tables, food keeps being brought out in family sized bowls, serve yourself as much or as little as you like, pay when you leave. Some of the best veggies and probably the best biscuits I’ve ever had.
It was a great little egalitarian place, suits, white collar, manual labors, and ex-cons would be sitting around the table enjoying a meal.
Shared tables, food keeps being brought out in family sized bowls, serve yourself as much or as little as you like, pay when you leave. Some of the best veggies and probably the best biscuits I’ve ever had.
It was a great little egalitarian place, suits, white collar, manual labors, and ex-cons would be sitting around the table enjoying a meal.