I’ve written before that quite often one can search the hamlet for a new column idea to no avail and come up wanting, and about then a friend across the table at the morning Senior Moment Krispy-Kreme Kaffee Klatsch & BS meeting at the Black Bear Diner disrupts my train of thought with a question: “Where was the Rifleman?” And another question, same morning, that turned into a friendly fist-fight with the gathered geezers: “Did Plumb Lane run east of South Virginia Street in the early ‘60s?” Continue reading
Still not posting anything publicly, we’re now into the restaurant reviewing business.
Had a great fish ‘n chips at the Brasserie St. James – which site I’ve written of before as the old Crystal Springs Water Company in the 900 block of South Center Street. Now it’s a brasserie and a brew pub. Good lunch with a couple of guys, price right, food good, go back anytime.
In fact, took Linda back the following day (a Friday). Joint was packed. Having no reservation, we left, but not until Linda asked for a card with a phone number so we could call ahead next time. Now it gets good:
The hostess, a rather tall, attractive lady, said, “The phone number’s on our website.” This response, as opposed to, “Here’s a card.”
The restaurant’s website http://brasseriesaintjames.com/ , as of today, is “coming soon; see our ad on Facebook.” I’m not on Facebook. I would predict that the Brasserie St. James will be open for a good long time, particularly if they get somebody at the point of a diner’s first visit with a bit more spunk.