During the late 1990s Barb and I often visited the 28th Street Coffee Shop in Eugene, Oregon. It may have been a precursor to Starbucks. I’m not sure. What I am sure of is that it was often packed. Rather than using a full-sized oven for pastries, the bake-lady used a small, counter-top oven. From that device she produced food that would make my heart stop.
During noon hour there was not a vacant chair in the place. Folks visited and often forgot they had jobs. However, the cook was watching the clock for them. And when the time was short he tossed a few garlic buds on the grill. Anyone who has experienced that scent needs no further description. Nor did the require a second reminder. In a matter of minutes the kitchen was swamped.
Ah, memories. Without them where would we be?
Great story! It’s good to go back and reminisce over the days of old. I’m always amazed at how quickly the years have passed.
How’s Barb doing?
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She’s much better, but she went into bronchitis yesterday. Got some smooth sailing ahead. Thanks for asking.
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