Enough about the postcard, onto what we actually did while being touristy with Little Sister and Mon Amour's cousin last weekend. There was some site seeing, some window shopping, some enjoying of the air conditioning in the visitor's center....
But ultimately, the best part was lunch at Chick and Ruth's. It's a diner....more like a landmark. It's always busy. We passed by there earlier in the day, stopped to examine their menu, and were accosted by the friendly host. Who offered us a table. Little sister said only if they served grilled cheese. Which they do, in a bunch of different varieties. But...we still politely refused, but said we might come back.
Well, we did come back, and by that time, there was a rather long wait for a table. We went in to have the host put our name on the list - and when he recognized us he immediately put us at the top of the list and we got seated almost immediately. I don't think the other people liked us much at that point; but who can blame the host for succumbing to Little Sisters flirty eyes. :-)
The diner is quite small - it is miraculous how many people they get to fit in that place.
But ultimately, the best part was lunch at Chick and Ruth's. It's a diner....more like a landmark. It's always busy. We passed by there earlier in the day, stopped to examine their menu, and were accosted by the friendly host. Who offered us a table. Little sister said only if they served grilled cheese. Which they do, in a bunch of different varieties. But...we still politely refused, but said we might come back.
Well, we did come back, and by that time, there was a rather long wait for a table. We went in to have the host put our name on the list - and when he recognized us he immediately put us at the top of the list and we got seated almost immediately. I don't think the other people liked us much at that point; but who can blame the host for succumbing to Little Sisters flirty eyes. :-)
The diner is quite small - it is miraculous how many people they get to fit in that place.
They also hang bagels from the ceiling. No one knows why.
Apparently instead of rolls, or chips, or whatever else restaurants give you to start off - this lovely diner gives you pickles. It was weird. None of us really likes pickles, and most of us don't even like the smell of them, so we were really hoping to pawn them off onto someone else's table. But I suspect they just would have replaced them for us...they are that nice.
Little Sister got her grilled cheese.
And all around, everyone thoroughly enjoyed their food!
It was a grand time!
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I LOVE that place! (and Martin loves the dill pickles lol)
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