Eating at all of the best restaurants in Manhattan will never compare to calling your grandparents on a Sunday afternoon
and telling them you want to take them out for pizza that nite.
Jumping in the car and making the hour long drive “up north” to share cheese curds
and a round of root beers
at a restaurant that advertises deer skins and cowboy boots on the place mats,
a restaurant that’s daily special of a pizza, two butter burgers, and two drinks is less than the price of one craft cocktail in New York,
a restaurant that they ate at as young adults after bowling league,