It may be the last time, I don’t know

I went through this entrance to the Lincoln Restaurant a hundred times, at least. Having breakfast there was a Sunday tradition in the days before my kids were born. And now, unfortunately, it’s shut down. I hadn’t eaten there in a long while before it happened, and few restaurants get as long of a runContinue reading “It may be the last time, I don’t know”

Mourning over the Lincoln

I write about Abraham Lincoln a lot in this space. And maybe it’s a natural extension of that for the Lincoln restaurant (which I have always thought of as “The Lincoln”) was one of my favorite places to eat. So the dismay that I feel at the news that it will be closing its doorsContinue reading “Mourning over the Lincoln”