A Restaurant Runs Through It.


Around 1976 my parents decided to separate. Mom ended up living in Grand Junction. She spoke to me often about a small upscale restaurant she discovered called The Winery. She often would go in and sit and the bar for a drink, probably a nice glass of wine. She quickly made friends there. The Winery …

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Filled to no flowing.


We eat out as often as my meager salary will let us. Even if it is just to the little local cafe. One of the things that irks us the most is the inability to get salt or pepper out of the shakers. It is mainly because the wait staff insists that a completely filled …