Big
Hurt, Restauranteur
We
celebrated Mother’s Day a little early on Friday when Clare came in from Valpo
for the weekend. Our restaurant of
choice was the Big Hurt Brewhouse here in Berwyn. The food is still good while the service has
gotten better. That matters to me more
than the possible presence of a ballplayer or two at the bar. Clare, of course, wants to bump into Jermaine
Dye one day.
Eleven
years ago this summer we took an odd little vacation with St. Louis at one end
and Galena Illinois at the other; Clare was twelve. In St. Louis we visited the Gateway Arch and
the Hill, the neighborhood where Yogi Berra grew up. I wanted to eat at Stan Musial’s restaurant,
but it had closed by that time, and Mike Shannon’s didn’t have the same cache,
at least for me. In Galena, we crossed
over the Mississippi to drive out to the Field of Dreams, where Clare put on a hitting
clinic for the corn and the ghosts. Food
isn’t everything.
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