A recent Boston visit begins at the end, because in my experience every ending ends up being the beginning of something else, even if it’s just the return home at the end of a vacation. This fall marks the 30th anniversary of procuring our Boston condo, so I’ve been quietly celebrating this milestone with the posts to come, and this past weekend I spent there simply enjoying the city.
On the early Sunday morning of departure, I made my way to the diner nearby, Charlie’s, which has been in existence long before we moved in thirty years ago, and continues to provide comforting diner food for all early hunger pangs. On this morning, I opted for the Charlie’s Breakfast sandwich, and added some hot sauce for zing.
If I ever manage to retire and am able to spend more than fleeting weekends in Boston, this is the sort of thing I look forward to doing – hanging at the local diner with my favorite server, who welcomed me back to town and engaged in some early-morning banter amid several groups of misbehaving children.
“On Sunday morning we have a lot of hangover people or kids. I don’t know which is worse,” she whispered conspiratorially to me.
“Oh, kids,” I declared without hesitation. The hangover people just want some greasy food and to be left alone, and are thrilled with anyone who helps them accomplish this mission. Kids, and their indulgent parents, are rarely so easily satisfied, even with chocolate chip pancakes and powdered sugar.
She laughed at my instant response. “You just made my morning,” she said, setting off for a pair of youngsters still in their pajamas and jumping from empty diner stool to empty diner stool. She smiled at them and left them to their merriment.
It seems on this particular Sunday morning, Cholula wasn’t my only friend.
It was a delightful ending to a weekend in my beloved city, where other enchantments held me rapt for the days prior…
