Greg’s Restaurant Warwick Rhode Island

On this particular day we were trying to visit a favorite haunt, Provisioners, but alas they were closed due to some technical difficulties so we wandered off to find a new place to get some good grub. That’s how we ended up at Gregg’s.

This place was weird. It had a parking lot the size of a small town and yet, only a tiny smattering of cars. As we walked in I was immediately enveloped by the smell of freshly chopped cucumbers which was odd considering the entrance had an extensive case of cakes and baked goods, not a salad bar.

Beyond this was the actual restaurant which screamed it was built in the 1970’s and never updated. I’m talking dark wood panels, a Madmen-like bar, and a radio that was blaring Led Zeppelin and Black Sabbath. And the patrons… let’s just say we were the only ones under the age of 70, no exagerations. It was an odd time of day so maybe this was just the early 3pm dinner crowd but I don’t think so because I was watching our waitor. He was youngish, covered in tatoos, but he spoke loudly and clearly, was attentive, and had a very specific sort of couteousness that I have only seen in people who work with the elderly. It’s not a bad thing, just telling.

The menu was a little intense. It was just pages and pages of options. I didn’t really want to like this place as it felt like the oldest and whitest establishment we’ve ever been, even beating Wright’s Chicken, but I’ll be damned if this place didn’t appear to have a fantastic choice of salads. Salads with seasonal berries, walnuts, and feta cheese. Salads that all were distinct. I don’t say this lightly as most restaurants seem to think a bowl of Iceburg lettuce with a couple cherry tomatoes is a complete salad.

I didn’t order a salad though, I ordered the apple walnut chicken wrap and it was great, especially for its modest price. Completely distracted me from all the TVs playing reruns of Friends on mute. I think this place may have had a heyday long ago, now its patrons come back because the quaility of the food never faded but once your main clientele are in their 70s and 80s… well, it’s at risk of becoming a memory. This was brought back to the forefront of my thoughts when we decided to bring a slice of cake home. I asked what the Old Hollywood Cake was, “A white cake with black frosting. A black and white cake.” Ah, yes, like the golden years of Hollywood…. when my grandmother was born…

We went with the lemon cake. I love lemons but usually dislike lemon flavored baked goods. This however was really moist, tasted like actual lemons, and was over all very pleasant. Now that I know they sell whole cakes from the case out front I’ll probably be back for birthdays and celebrations. Here’s hoping this place had a bustling dinner crowd after we left.

Pittsburg PA – Meeting with Friends

Tonight I scored the jackpot – a friend’s house to sleep at. I arrived at the residence of a certain Emily. She was living with her boyfriend Nathan, his two kids, and her own similarly aged daughter. The house was going through a tremendous amount of growing pains as its kitchen was being remodeled, as well as bits and pieces of the rest of the house. They apologized immediately for the mess, but I understood. Renovations are never a tidy process.

I ended up staying three days and taking a bit of a break here. Despite having three kids this place was calm and comforting. The children were all remarkably well-behaved and intelligent (and yes, I do consider most children to be numb as sticks so this is quite a compliment.) Nathan had decorated the house with his own unique artwork, which we spent quite awhile admiring, and Emily wowed me with her fantastic vegan cooking. As if that wasn’t cool enough they had two outrageously friendly and laid back Tonkinese cats and an adorable little skunk who came out nightly to eat.

I even enjoyed their children who delighted in making chalk art on the rock pathway outside and who dug up worms by the hundreds, squealing at them with wonder. Of course the eldest, a boy, felt the need to fill his sister’s Barbie car with worms before burying the whole thing in the back yard while she cried. It wasn’t long though before the girls found themselves distracted by playing with their own batch of worms, rolling them in the chalk until they came out all sorts of pretty colors (and incidentally stopped moving.)

Later the kids gave us one more hearty laugh as one of the girls asked for a bath. “Teacher says I need one. She washed me up a bit but said I still needed a bath. She washed me with a hose outside!” The children were no dirtier than an average mud-loving child, despite the anecdote making it sound so bad. Luckily everyone was still laughing.

After my visit I was well rested and thanked my hosts with a small parting gift from the Jeep – possum plushie that had ridden on the dash across the whole country.

I also went to visit Jesse during this time. She had promised me dinner and she didn’t squelch on this promise in the least bit. I was treated to a delicious feast of salad, chicken, rice, and a dessert to die for, composed of cinnamon French toast topped with melting vanilla ice cream and maple syrup.

Jesse is an opinionated and driven woman with a creative business sense. She was currently running a small farm and selling chicks, chicken-feathered earrings, and dried chicken feet to anyone that wanted them. I passed on the chicks and the feet, though we did purchase some feathered earrings which were well-made from quality materials. She had fun playing Wii into the night. I sort of played too, though I have played Wii only once in my life, and the last video game before that was probably played when I was still in grade school. Suffice to say video games have always been beyond me. I was vibrantly dizzy and nauseous and so tired by the end of the night but that’s alright, I smiled none-the-less.

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