Pancakes bigger than my head

Huge! My friend Edina told me at the library that she and husband Adem had discovered a fantastic new local place for breakfast. Plain looking out front. You gotta go to Just 1 Bite, she declared, on North Main in North Syracuse. Nice inside. My dear wife Karen and I liked the looks of it…

Big, tasty food at Brewer Union Cafe

It’s an easy drive up to Brewerton if you’re in the market for a biscuit as big as you’re head. Terrific daughter Elisabeth chose the Brewer Union Cafe as the restaurant stop this time around for her, hubby-to-be George Three and my dear wife Karen and I. Elisabeth called ahead from the car after we…

The eating on the Cape was fine and safe

My dear wife Karen and I found our favorite restaurants safely distanced in this shifted-to-September annual Cape Cod getaway. We wore our masks, noted our chunks of six feet and admired how they spaced there tables, inside and out. Some meals were noted in separate previous posts, yum-yum to the Ocean House, Red Nun, Sundancers…

A warm welcome to the Salt City Grille

My colleague and friend at the library, Sara, pulled me aside in the big room and said that I just had to take my dear wife Karen to dinner at the Salt City Grille. She talked highly of the food, ambiance and service. Good call. We both liked what we used to get when the…

A Taste of the 20th year

A couple of weeks back, Rick from Syracuse radio station TK99 sent me a Facebook request for a few minutes of my time. Could he talk to me for a show he was putting together for the 20th anniversary of the Taste of Syracuse, please? Sure, I replied. Then, I thought: Has it been that…

Let the gift-dining commence

One traditional gift on my giving list is a great Christmas combo cooked up by the folks at the Delta Sonic gas station. In a pretty little blue box they fold in three coupons for a car wash and one worth $20 toward dinner for two at Applebee’s. Every year I give one to my…

You can get there from here

The 4 a.m. chirp of my cell phone alarm was a harsh wake-up call compared to the usual gotta-go meanderings of Ellie B aka Dogamous Pyle. But our beloved rescue mutt was nowhere to be found in the Little Bitty in the Syracuse city neighborhood of Eastwood, dropped off the previous night at the north…

What’s in store for us today?

I’ve joked about the T-shirt-iness of the downtown stretch of Estes Park. Surely, the shop owners have set up racks of Rocky Mountain-loving wear daring you to plunk down your 20 bucks and call it your own. What tourist town doesn’t? Truth be known, on the grand scale of Where I’ve Been, this destination for…

The Hen House passes our breakfast test, eggsellently

The last few times I drove up and down our big and busy road that leads to both the WalMart and BJs and the car wash with a turbo-level vacuum strong enough to hoover Ellie B aka Dogamous Pyle’s excess coat at the peak of shedding season, I noticed that yet another establishment had taken…

More cocktail sauce, why didn’t you?

The phone-placed order to the folks at Kream ‘N’ Kone was quite specific. I’m practically a drill seargant about these things. Polite but firm. I want my order to be right after my dear wife Karen and I drive to a place, pick up our food, return, unwrap, and face the plates. Besides, we’ve been…