Today’s Trying Times Are Tomorrow’s Good Ole Days
I can’t take credit for this pithy aphorism, but the older I get the more I appreciate its enduring wisdom.
Now that my wife and I are retired we have time to reflect on the “good ole days.”
[Note: I’ve always had two favorite things in my life and eating was the second one. Today, thanks to the passing of time and it’s effect on one’s priorities, eating, by default, has risen to my most favored pastime.]
My wife and I agree that our time in Little Rock was defined by its culinary offerings. These were the good ole days of eating out and, sadly, they’re gone forever.
We had breakfast at Bard’s in the Heights; lunch at the Minute Man on Broadway and soufflés at Jacques and Suzanne’s atop the First National Bank building downtown. We also enjoyed dinner at the Sirloins Inn across the river where we feasted on salads heaped high with popcorn shrimp (which I followed with a mammoth king-cut prime rib that has yet to find an equal today.) Fine pastries at Alouettes, succulent steaks at Coy’s, complemented by saltine crackers bathed in their “secret sauce”, aka their house dressing. If you needed to stay closer to downtown, the Leather Bottle’s bar area would welcome you with free tubs of cheddar cheese and sleeves of salt crackers before settling into a perfectly prepared, medium rare NY strip.
The Kingsington Club was our choice at the Steak and Ale just a short jog away.
Busters at the upper level of the old train station is where our typical workday ended followed by a Tuesday burger at TGIF’s just a block away…or we would swing around to the lower level of the station and enjoy a steak at the Track’s Inn.
The Gar Hole at the old Marion Hotel, the coziness of the Sam Peck bar, the Gaslite Club at the Lafayette, the basement bar at the Grady Manning and the antebellum feel of the Little Rock Club atop the Tower Building, or the penthouse views from the Capitol Club across the street…these were our regular downtown destinations.
Of course this is an abbreviated list of our favorite “go-to” spots, and their absence is painful to every part of me but my wallet.
When you’re young, “Time is Money,” but when you’re our age, Time is,..well,..Time. It’s our most precious resource and when it’s gone, it’s gone forever.
Our favorite Bars and Restaurants are victims of time. Gone forever.
Sooner than later, we’ll surrender to time and follow our separate fates. If interested, which I doubt, we’ll likely be found playing backgammon at Tramp’s in the sky or doing the twist at the not-so-heavenly Wine Cellar while enjoying an Un-Cola from our friends at the Un-Bank.
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