Dad’s Diner

OK, I might need a better name.
I go into a lot of restaurants as part of my job. Oftentimes the place will be run by a couple who “always loved to cook” or “got this great recipe from their grandmother” or, my personal favorite “Some friends tried my (insert mundane food here) and said I should open a restaurant.” By the time friends I’m cooking for actually get fed they’re usually loaded, but I guess those are just my friends. Read more
I don’t wanna cause no fuss…
You know you’re getting old when minor trespassing gives you a thrill. True, it wasn’t a significant blood-pressure increase but it was enough to begin to shake the weekend ennui out of my head. It was also enough to get me to rethink my resistance to becoming a Delmartian.




