Behind the Big Door

Home again home again – breakfast at Allegro Cafe in Hartford.

In honor of Barb

Linda G. Hill has given me the ideal prompt for her fun Stream of Consciousness Saturday blog thingie. I am going to let the voices visit the bar with my buddy and Cheryl, as we deal with:

“Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is ‘door.’ Write about a door you walked through this week that wasn’t your own. Enjoy!”

If we were having a beer, you would be waiting inside that beautiful door.

“Well, look who made it.”

“You seem surprised. I’m here every week.”

“You are, but I read in your blog that you were sick.”

“Sick? You know what they say Dan, starve a fever, drown a cold.”

“I thought that was ‘feed a cold’ Cheryl.”

“I can handle that, too. But one thing’s for sure, you need Vitamin C – I suggest we send a cold Corona out to find her lime.”

“That sounds good!”

“Wait a minute. Were you sick or not?”

“Whoa, first things first – not that this conversation needs more alcohol, but what can I bring you to drink?”

“He’s been raving about that Naughty Nurse, let me try one of those.”

“Wow, taken out of context, that statement could get you both in trouble.”

“The beer, Cheryl, the beer. Now, I think it’s time for true confessions, Mr. I-was-too-sick-to-research.”

“I was sick, earlier in the week. Thursday was my first day back at work. I didn’t have time to do a proper job on the WATW post. I don’t think it’s a crime.”

“OK, one Corona, medicinal strength, and one Naughty Nurse. Let me know if you want to feed that fever.”

“I thought it was starve a fever.”

“I’m in the business of selling food and adult beverages – no starving allowed.”

“Besides, I just read that you should feed everything.”

“Where did you read that, the window at McDonald’s?”

“I read that in Scientific American, if you must know.”

“That bunch of cone heads? I don’t usually go there for medical advice.”

“Well, I’m not a member of AARP, so I have to rely on science.”

“Ouch.”

“Go easy on him Dan. You boys need anything else?”

“This Corona went down fast, Cheryl. I think I’ll switch to Naughty Nurse.”

“I’m good for now.”

“You appear to be good for the afternoon.”

“We’ve had this discussion. Unlike you, I don’t guzzle my beer.”

“You both are OK. It’s less beer. Bottles are twelve ounces. Drafts are sixteen.”

“Whatever you say, Cheryl. So what’s this feed everything nonsense?”

“The article points out that when your body is fighting a cold, or the flu, it needs enormous amounts of energy.”

“I think they mean fluids, fruits, vegetables, maybe a healthy breakfast.”

“I think I’ve covered that.”

“A lime wedge isn’t ‘fruit’ and a Corona isn’t ‘fluids’ – I don’t even want to know what you had for breakfast.”

“I went to Allegro.”

“I thought the Health Department closed that place.”

“That was years ago, and it was only for three days.”

“Eeew, Dan, he might have a point. Here’s your Nurse.”

“It’s OK Cheryl. It was a technical violation. They only have one Men’s room, and they were storing the mop in there.”

“From what I know about Men’s rooms, I feel bad for the mop.”

“I would defend my gender, but you might be right.”

“I suggest we drag this conversation out of the Men’s room. I was thinking about ordering some food.”

“That’s a good idea. I’m still a little full from breakfast, but I could eat.”

“What did you have for breakfast?”

“A Western Omelet.”

“Oh, I love those. I guess that means you wouldn’t want to split a sausage, pepper and onions pizza.”

“I think that would be too many veggies for one day.”

“Ha! Cheryl, we’ll split an order of wings, and I’m ready to switch to wine.”

“You were pretty quick to order wings. That’s usually my thing.”

“I’ve been craving them. I haven’t had wings since my Super Bowl party.”

“Not a fond memory for you, huh?”

“No. I notice you declined my invitation – again. Although I’m glad you weren’t there.”

“I was in Florida – on business – again.”

“Flying in the winter, that will get you sick.”

“Kissing the Lombardy Trophy can’t be too healthy either.”

“Oh, that was disgusting. Here’s your wine. Wings are in.”

“I wouldn’t know. I turned the TV off after the clock hit double-zeros.”

“I did feel bad for you, and I didn’t bring it up.”

“No, the stupid ESPN app did. I typed NFL instead of NHL and bam, that score came up.”

“I’ve been there. When we lost to Green Bay – It stays there until August.”

Thanks for joining us today. Check out Cheryl’s latest post. It seems she’s found another good place to grab a brew and a burger. The gallery has a couple relevant pictures as well as a few from my trip to Florida.

Walking from concourse to concourse in Atlanta has gotten brighter.

Sunset over the Gulf

Sunset over the Gulf

Sunset over the Gulf

The more important guests stayed over there. My room wasn’t so bad.

Sunset over the Gulf

The water was so still this morning.

The sun is burning off the fog, slow but sure.

Not my idea of Super Bowl party food.

Lots of very expensive houses around here, but I couldn’t pass up these guys.

Allegro western omelette, potatoes and Italian toast.

It’s snowing, but there won’t be enough to play in.

Sunrise over the canal

“Can we stay out here a little longer? It’s really warm today.” – It was 74f on Wednesday.