Cork booth bday of porterization
I am gobsmacked by all of the political crapola that is going on, not to mention the horrific midair plane/helicopter collision. But I have no words. So here is a smidgeon of the cork-lined booth we ate dinner in tonight at Ann Arbor’s lovely restaurant The Earle. Our waiter was definitely not born the first time we ate at the Earle. He wasn’t even born when we had our first child. The Earle wasn’t on our regular beat for many years for two reasons: 1) we couldn’t afford it and 2) we had little kids. We’ve been dipping our toes into the Earle a wee bit now that our kids are grown (and one of them goes there occasionally with a friend) and *somehow* we seem to be able to afford it. Although I wouldn’t probably eat there every week.
Praying in my own godless way for victims of the plane crash and anyone who is afflicted by Trump/Elon’s reckless “policies” should they actually be enacted. G’night, KW.
January 30th, 2025 at 10:57 pm
Dining with friends in a cork booth is the best! I think that cork third to the left is ours, actually.
January 30th, 2025 at 11:25 pm
That’s a cool looking booth! I too am gobsmacked and horrified. By all of it.
January 30th, 2025 at 11:27 pm
Just peeked at the menu and I would definitely have a bunch of those appetizers and several desserts! To share of course. 🙂
January 31st, 2025 at 10:44 am
I had to call Harry from the Earle once after midnight. It was still open, but the restaurant we’d been at had closed by the time we realized that Mark’s car wouldn’t start. As you might guess, Harry was sound asleep when we called. It was a convo that went on by fits and starts. Most of the time, I was confusing Harry, but then he caught me off guard when he asked me if we were parked on the East or West side of Main. “Hmm… it doesn’t really matter Dad; we’re the only car parked on the block!”