Six years ago I wrote about a new restaurant in town. It had all the makings of a great addition to the community, except for one thing. The acoustics were atrocious. Back then, I wrote that I’d return when that problem was resolved.
It was. And I did.
Now Bread + Bar is one of my favorite restaurants around. The menu is much more than standard bar food (Not that there’s anything wrong with bar food.) and includes a marvelous cheese board, fantastic salmon served over lentils, amazing breads, and something called French purses. My friend, M, and I have agreed it’s our go-to place for dining together.
There has been just one small problem. M and I like the same “adult” beverage, but since we started frequenting B+B last year, it has never been on the menu. We’ve asked; we’ve asked again. In fact, we probably made pests of ourselves. But tonight we were rewarded with the Southern Comfort we both like.
As we were leaving, Owner/Host Tim, was by the door. So we made a point to stop and thank him. “Ah,” he said. “You’re the ones.” Obviously, we’d made an impression. But then this just proves that old adage about the squeaky wheel.