A pensive, raw look at aging and time’s passing.
This review mentions a restaurant I worked in as being sleazy, but it wasn’t at all a sleazy place. It was a rough place, it was a tough place, and people worked their asses off. . .you could have served caviar off the floors the kitchen was kept that clean and ruled by an iron fist.
It was a place that was most mythical in the area and when you were underaged you couldn’t wait to be legal to get in.
