dad is in town and i thought he would enjoy breakfast at one of my favorite locations…dish in la canada. i called up margit to see if she (and sarah) wanted to join us. what fun it was for dad to meet and hang out with one of my southern friends here in california.
when my dad first spoke to the waiter, margit commented, “you don’t know how much i love to hear that southern accent.” it is true for me as well…puts me at ease, makes me feel like home, and i just know they can identify with what i am saying (for the most part). and as it turned out, our waiter actually lived in the south for a little while (including living in enterprise, alabama where his grandmother is from…small world, huh, anne?)
back to breakfast…and dish.
i decided on dish because it is a quaint restaurant with a small town feel and delicious food at reasonable prices. dad and i both ordered pumpkin pancakes topped with cinnamon cream. even though i don’t eat butter or syrup on my pancakes, i love that they include a small bowl in which my own scoop of butter fits perfectly my own small pitcher of syrup…just for me.
i love the atmosphere of dish.
i love that they have toasters on each table (even though i have never used my toaster)…it appeals to me aesthetically.
i love the decor, especially the lighting and the fans…somewhat retro-looking without trying to be retro.
great start to our roadtrip…and time with dad as he enters my world.
so glad to have you here, dad!
if you could walk in my shoes... 