Trumpkin cake

Actually it was pumpkin cake but it turned into banana cake but somehow I misheard pumpkin as Trumpkin. I wonder why…

My hearing is acute but I was struggling to hear anything at dinner at The Session Room (“Sessions”) tonight. “Process” is probably a better word than “hear”. People were interrupting each other and not always clearly enunciating words and at times it felt like I was listening to about a hundred Trumps reverberating about the room. That is NOT to DIS Sessions. It is one of my favorite restaurants on The Planet Ann Arbor. But it is Friday and tomorrow is the Umich/Moo-U game here on The Planet and the place was slammed, which I knew it would be. It is a pretty big place and so can accommodate the numbers but it was loud.

Tonight was a restart (of sorts) of our pre-covid Old Town Friday night dinners of porterization, just not at the Old Town (“Oscar Tango” or “OT” to locals). They texted to ask if we wanted to meet at Sessions. I have been wanting to dip back into dining out. I mean on a regular basis. I have been dining out throughout and “since” covid, just not frequently. (A reminder that covid is NOT over but it isn’t randomly killing people at anywhere near the rate it did before it mutated into a milder disease.) I thought about it for 10 minutes or so and then texted back, “That could work”. I was glad Sessions was the proposed choice because as much as I love the OT, it is a smaller restaurant and gets very crowded on a football weekend. I am not ready for that yet.

So how did I do? Fine. Except. When it was time to gooooo, it was time to go. And I don’t mean go to the water closet. I mean go HOME! I did need the water closet but Sessions is about a five minute drive from home and I had no problem getting to Eco-Terlet in time. Always an introvert, the covid years have made me discover how much alone time I need, particularly in the evening when I need to decompress for an hour or so before bed.

Sessions is interesting in that for many years, including my entire time on The Planet Ann Arbor up until maybe the last 10 years or so, the building was a nondescript brick machine shop. Since it’s on Jackson Road, I drove by it umpteen bazillion times, often noticing it but not thinking much about it. I’m not sure why the machine shop closed (or moved?) or who had the vision to buy the building and turn it into a brewpub but whoever it was did a beautiful renovation. The pic is the glass block window next to my seat. I’m trying but failing to remember if the old machine shop had glass blocks for windows.

2 Responses to “Trumpkin cake”

  1. Margaret Says:

    It is nice to get out sometimes although I’m not as interested as I used to be. Like you, I’m not a fan of crowds and when I’m ready to go, that’s it.

  2. l4827 Says:

    Enjoyed the night with the distractions and camaraderie at the substitute OT. Fun Times as always. Nice that they replaced the Trumpkin cake with Camanana cake.