The menu was printed on tattered and wrinkled sheets of cheap white paper and probably created in Excel—a spreadsheet with a list of items on the left and prices on the right. No logos, no tag lines, no images. But then we saw the “Cash Only” sign posted at the counter where you place your order. My husband and I usually have plenty of cash on hand, but not this afternoon. We left the line, left the restaurant, and went somewhere else with more space, plenty of open tables, and laminated menus. But I’m pretty sure we missed out on so much more.
What’s one of your favorite restaurants that only the locals know about?
Also, take a few minutes to record an ordinary moment from today because our ordinary moments matter. I’d love for you to share your ordinary moment in the comments below. Or you can submit a few sentences about one of your ordinary moments and I’ll write a Days of Being entry to post online and on Instagram. If you’d like to participate, email me at email@example.com.
Days of Being is a micro-memoir and micro-story project exploring memories and moments from our ordinary days. Multiple years are represented within the project celebrating what Madeleine L’Engle once said: “I am still every age that I have been.” Today’s micro-memoir is from one of my October 20s.