He Shoots … He Hits the Post

by Tom Swift

Saint Dinette is one of those places where the food is pretty yet people still show up in T-shirts. I had a hash brown plate with salmon that came in the shape of a puck and was only slightly less firm. I left with room in my belly. Although my water glass was filled every time I took a sip, and the manager seemed friendly (when he greeted us as we were on the way out), you could tell the server was more disappointed than we were that our party was three smaller than booked. I could barely hear the woman next to me, not at all the guy across from me, and it wasn’t on account of the TVs (there weren’t any — mercifully). I love Lowertown. Thankfully, they have other haunts.