Old hat, new hat
evolving city that lives without me
thick gray glass
heavy water drinking
fluffed chair cushion
my grandma would sew.
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Beneath the pressed tin
a concrete building
treasures hold an evening
mocking, pretend, antiquated dining
spoon in a silver kitchen.
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My brother introduced me to this South Side restaurant that serves vegetarian dishes among unforgettable antiques. The table is set from your grandma’s curio cabinet. Expect an experience. We drank from old goblet glasses, ate off of gold rimmed china, and made room for desert. Enjoy the popular brunch served on Sunday, or dinner on a rainy Friday night as you slip in off of the car-packed streets.
Passive Architect 