As I’ve said many times, cities are always changing. In just the last month, one pub has opened, folded, and another one has opened in the same place. The Belmont Pub has become Char. The problem is, it doesn’t seem to be generating any more business than its predecessor. I wish it luck!
Meanwhile, up on Sandy at 26th, The Pie Spot has rebuilt after a kitchen fire closed it last fall. We went there the other day to celebrate National Pie Day! Auntie Bridgett had the brandy apple crumb, and I had the banana cream caramel. They were both delicious, and the personal pie size was just right. We felt satisfied, but not stuffed.
Grandpa Nelson, who does not care for pie, even found something he loved: Pie Crust Rolls! They are like cinnamon rolls, but made with a short pie crust dough instead of a yeast dough. Very tasty.
The people at the Pie Spot were very nice, and the music selection was mostly good ( there can be a stinker in every set, I suppose).
Also new in the neighborhood are these tiny purple crocus, coming up right by the sidewalk. They are about three inches tall and so soft they feel like cotton fabric.
I need to keep my eyes open around here!