“He lept for Aza Chorn, fast as a cheetah; as a mamba; as an ink-black thunderbolt. Yet, when they brag amongst themselves, the cats and snakes and sheets of lightning use one ultimate comparison, albeit sparingly. Fast as a warpsmith.”
Alan Moore – Miracleman
Old brick building.
There use to be more of these old brick buildings downtown. Lends a sense of history to the atmosphere. We were warmly greeted by the manager and hostess. Hostess said our booth was her fav in the house.
Cranberry sage prosecco and white wine.
Tiffany happily greeted us at the entrance and directed us upstairs, she is really great! It was hard not to notice all the holiday lights, bows, ornaments and the large wreath adorning the center. Very nicely done with an artistic eye tying the colors into the overall theme. Each table had a small glass vase complete with candle and red holy berries.
Old men sit and read
Day becomes night, donuts sigh
7pm and all a goodnight.
Golden Donut is located in a sleepy old mall. I usually just go to the Rite Aid to maintain my supply of Thifty’s ice cream. Place is nice and quiet. It is also the only donut shop in the area.
What to start out with, hmmm….The tortilla’s and chips are always fresh and flavorful. There is a mini serve yourself salsa bar, complete with small cups and lids. Upon entering the line is to the right, you order, they take your name and when your name is called you have to come back up to the counter to retrieve your meal. Drinks are also self serve and they have a variety of Mexican favorites. The horchata is really good.
Time stands still, waiting for you to catch up. Waiting for you to grow older. Waiting for you to be happy. Has it really been 27 years?
“To absent friends, lost loves, old gods, and the season of mists; and may each and every one of us always give the devil his due.”
Neil Gaiman – The Sandman
5pm.
Wish I had been here in the beginning to see the freshly painted ladies on the wall. Would have been nice to see the rumored PSA stewardesses in their prime. Still they have aged well in the dim light there is still a sparkle in their eyes and their bosoms perky. The stories they could have told about the mile high club…
