As exciting a time as it is on the local restaurant scene, with the explosion of casual fine dining and all the pomegranates, marrow bones and mache that come with the creative contemporary genre, it's nice to take a moment to remember those who went before. Scenester "Sharuch" was trolling over at Thinktrain.com and found this link to a conversation at Chowhound.com.
I can almost hear that band on the stage at Shakey's Pizza, and it makes me wonder if I don't have a Styrofoam boater that I ghermed off the banjo player.
But for me, the real bygone flavor of youth is Moon Drugs, where Mom took me for vegetable soup on the days school let out early. Today, for example, the day before Thanksgiving, would be a Moon's day.
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