Sundried tomato basil pesto linguini with a liberal amount of piñón .. this was Mother's Milk on days that had stretched my limits and left me in a state of somberness that only time alone, amongst friends, could remedy. I only needed to walk up a few steps to feel the comforting embrace of a place bound together by the warmest staff of true "givers" any patron could expect ..
I'm certain in the future I will reach for the phone to make that call, similar to the times I want to speak with people who no longer reside on this plane of existence, and I'll catch myself with the same thought I now conjure up for those people .. "damn, it's not there anymore". I will then sit in sadness .. torn at the loss of an old friend, a place of comfort, a place of peacefulness, a home away from home.
"Mahalo Nui Loa"
You were Spectacular for 30 years and more
You were World Class
We mourn Pomodoro with Heavy Heart ...
from Kauai to Paris ... and all places between
"Ciao e vai con dio" !