Down Memory lane

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Last night I visited a place where my father would take me after we would finish work. The Original Pantry Cafe, where the pancakes were so big they would be larger than the plates that they would serve them on, all or the servings were made for lumber jacks and people with large stomach's "watch it!!!" I sat down at the same counter as I did when I was just a boy, looking around, just to see that nothing had changed. There was no menu, just the specials posted on the wall looking like they had been there for the 85 years that this restaurant had been in existence, open 24 hours a day and has never once closed. As my waiter approached, I could tell that he has been there almost as long as the pantry has been open, we talked about the old day's and how the area has changed and then the food started coming, Giant plate of hash browns, Bacon & Eggs and pancakes & Sour dough bread. I must say that my bread got a little soggy while the tears ran down my face while I sat and ate without my father, but I'm sure he was there with me, I can see him now laughing at me trying how to figure out how I was going to finish those enormous pancakes and ham

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Comments

[Lori]

Memories
Sounds like great memories Joseph. It's the little things that make life worthwhile.

[Pam]

GOOD TIMES!
You experienced precious memories!