Woe

Hershels, the resturant I loved, is closed. They had an omelet called “Lorraine’s Mile High” with ham, bell peppers, tomatoes and cheddar cheese inside and, frankly, the best homefries I have ever had. I have mentioned the pastrami sandwiches there several times.

So, it's closed. Moreover, it appears that the owner left in the middle of the night, more or less, and hasn't paid the staff. So much for mom and pop.

Consolations:

bicycle
heirloom tomatoes
Lester
afternoon nap