So here we are on main street Occoquan.
Years ago, I became enamoured at the prospect of writing in restaurants and cafes. I picked my places for the good food, of course, but I was sure I would write better if the place had personality.
Well, the entire town of Occoquan is personality plus — lots of character, very charming and quaint.
I’d often walk up this side of the street, sometimes stopping in a couple of antique or gift shops,
looking at stuff like this (you didn’t think I’d go a whole week without a food photo, did you?):
Then I’d meander a little more, until I came to this sign:
My mouth watered as I walked up the narrow steps to a 150-year-old house with terraces and a bumpy brick patio. On the second floor, I found my favorite spot in the back room, in front of a window facing the street. I took out my spiral notebook (no laptops then) and began writing.
In a few minutes, a waitress brought my chicken salad sandwich and a piece of lemon meringue pie. All their pies are homemade and absolutely to die for. I dined in such serenity, gazing onto the street below. Yes, I felt like a real writer.
But I was also too easily distracted, fascinated by the man with a bowtie and his ruddy-cheeked wife. Curious about the stray cat across the street by the rug merchant. Wondering whether the baker used Crisco or butter in his pie crust.
I no longer write in restaurants. It got too expensive, and I ate way more than I needed to. Some of my observations did find their way into some stories, though. Best of all, I got superior service wherever I went, because the servers thought I was a food critic.
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