We’d eaten there before and I learned about it from my friend Bob Hubbard, but when Mer and I went out yesterday, a decision was made. This was our spot. She had liver and onions and the chicken and lumpy mashed potatoes made me wonder if the chef was my grandmother reincarnated.
Our life before moving to South Buffalo seems like a different lifetime, a world away. But we never really settled into any kind of a groove, and when we gosomewhere, such as Manny’s tavern, I wonder if we will ever be part of a small-town milieu where everybody knows our names and our drinks are waiting for us. Will it take a lifetime to not feel a little bit like outsiders?