Not quite that bad in this place, at least not just yet.
But I realise that STP has been missing the same drum-beat regular updates as you’re used to. I’m busy with The Psycho-Gastronomy Caff writings and the day-job has been more than a little testing for the past couple of weeks so, there’s that. Anyway, I promise to do at least a little better here and get you more of the morsels that your all crave, more often…
Whilst thinking about this piece and how to illustrate it, I thought of a classic Hammer House of Horror building maybe, or something of a Miss Havisham feel but in the end, I was reminded of this photo of Abe’s Cobweb Palace. Its Wiki entry described it so:
The Cobweb Palace was a popular saloon and restaurant at Meiggs Wharf in San Francisco, California during and after the Gold Rush. It was run by eccentric “Old Abe” Warner, who traded drinks for exotic pets, curios, and pieces of scrimshaw as well as money. An old, physically disabled sailor sold peanuts outside. The Palace was popular with seafarers, tourists, and locals alike. Old Abe’s menu included free chowder, seafood, alcohol, and local French bread, but not straight whisky, which he thought of as a lesser drink. There was a shooting gallery, and the bar was a few steps below the sidewalk.[1]
Mark Twain may have visited the place.
Food, alcohol and interesting stuff just lying around? Couldn’t think of a better description of both this blog and the places we all enjoy.
Just wanted to pop in here and mention that I’ve been reading Iliana Regan’s memoir, “Burn the Place”. I love it; can’t recommend the writing and the story and the sheer human vulnerability and honesty highly enough. Rush out and buy a copy. (Maybe steer clear of Ch. 16 if you like frogs as intact animals rather than as body parts on your plate).
She’s an intuitive cook, a gifted writer and, I’m pretty sure, great, fun company. On the day…
