I was just thinking about my favorite restaurant as a kid, Joe's of Westlake. - just south of San Francisco.
My grandparents started taking my mom, her brother and sister way back in the '50s. Over the years, our family kept up the tradition of celebrating birthdays there. Since I've lived in Los Angeles, many years now, I rarely get to visit Joe's.
I miss their raviolis, their charbroiled burgers on sourdough, their big seafood salad, their juicy prime rib. I miss the waiters who always remembered us, marveled at how we grew and who would later pinch my daughter's cheeks, amazed at how time flies. I miss waiting in the darkened, crowded bar and listening to the piano player tinkling the keys in the background. I miss having a place where our entire family could meet a few times a year. Oh, and I miss their perfect cheesecake.
Joe's...a place for all generations.