Once upon a time in the NorthWest parts o' Portland, a Farmer and his wife opened a legendary eatery. I mean legendary. Though the erupting Mt. St. Helens tried to suffocate the fledgling restaurant, the Farmer and his wife soldiered on. Everyone, that is EVERYONE who was anyone came to dine, and no one ever left hungry. Wasn't possible. Nor was it possible to finish a complete plate of nachos. (“Something on every chip”). Reportedly, the joint still exists, yet the true karma left a long time ago. It was a magical time. This image adorned the front of the menu. My abiding love to the late Steve Farmer, his better half Cathy, and offspring, Jesse and Shawna. ❤️
"Me and Martha took a honeymoon Below the border 'neath the silvery moon She was eighteen and I was twenty-two Now we're just a-doin' what the young folks do...
...old dogs can learn new tricks, when the streets are lined with bricks of Acapulco Gold."
May 12th, 2020
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