Wednesday, October 12, 2016

AVONDALE: The high life

On Friday a bunch of us went out for a late dinner. We were a merry crew and lingered over our meals, chatting about one friend's upcoming move to Chicago and another's tap-dancing lessons. By the time we'd finished eating and conversation was slowing down, the waiters were restocking their tables and dimming the lights in the farther sections of the restaurant.
Whoa, I thought: Just like old times, closing down the place!
Then I realized we were at Perkins. And it was 10 p.m.

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