I had to take a bunch of pics today for a magazine and thought I'd post 'em.
Mostly, I work hard at the grocery and my very good friend Dixie runs the Cafe. Unless I am re-working logistics (we have a new tea set-up!) or running out sandwiches or bussing, the cafe isn't my deal. Dixie sets the menu, orders, does specials, and actually makes everything. Me, I'm unloading watermelons and pricing peaches and calling the milk man.
I knew she was good when she converted K., who is not easy to please. Yesterday he ordered Dixie's special, which included pimento cheese, something he's always avoided, just because she told him it was good. And he loved it.
It sounds good, right? I just devoured special number 2 and it was ridiculously fabulous.
Our cafe is very informal. But we have a sign we can point to from the front of the store.
Dixie making my special to go. She's not a camera-smiler but she sure can cook.
Some hipsters who didn't order lunch. Their loss.
REALLY their loss.
Friend and neighbor chowing down. I gave her the sandwich in exchange for me being all up in her business taking photos.
Lori running plates. She's a good 'un too. Currently trying to persuade Dixie to do special dinners on the weekends. I say the odds are slim.
Kids on their way to the store for lunch. Annaliese ended up heling Dixie make Caesar dressing. She was standing on a cooler slicing shallots.
The super-fancy menu.
Simple but really, really kickass.
K and I ate all over the place in New England and didn't really find anything like the store. Fast, inexpensive, and really good don't seem to exist all that often. You have to go to a proper restaurant for really good food, which is kind of a shame. Because sometimes you want a really good $5-$8 lunch, and if you're not in our corner of the world, you seem to be out of luck.