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" !
Bill