It’s been a great destination for a drink and a bite for as long as I can remember - along with the other local Smith brothers restaurants (Smitty’s Grill and the Arroyo Chop House). Arroyo Pkwy., Pasadena 62, It should come as no surprise that Parkway Grill is on my list. So, where do I enjoy bending an elbow hereabouts? The options are many, but these are some of my favorites … and the most cheerfully obscure: Parkway Grillĥ10 S. Even the beer lists have gone wackadoodle. These days, it’s with more than a bit of fascination that I study the cocktail lists at our trendier destinations, where the mixed drinks are made with ingredients so obscure that, without a good Google connection, I’d have no idea what I was drinking. Also, all the hours in between and after. Back then, the idle rich seemed to spend all their time instructing their version of Jeeves to make a cocktail for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Wodehouse and, consequently, with the drinking habits of upper-class British twits from a century ago. For me, a classic gin martini, with a couple of olives, is drink enough, the very essence of perfection.īut then, I’m also obsessed with the writings of P.G. But if I’m in a situation where a mixed drink is called for, I do have my druthers when it comes to cocktails - I like clean and simple. If wine is being served, a glass will do. As a rule, that drink of choice will be a beer, which is really all I want or need. And, after the annus horribilis of 2020 - what fun! - that segued into 2021 and now 2022, it’s possible this annum will beat both of them. But still, it seems like a rational response to a day of growing headline misery, and gloom and doom everywhere I look. I don’t really need a drink, I rarely do. Like many of us, after too much “Breaking News,” the ancient words - or are they are prayer? - rise in my consciousness: “I need a drink!” It’s not for nothing that CNN seemingly begins every hour with the words “Breaking News”! Like one of Pavlov’s Dogs, I salivate at the thought that “something happened.” Which will then occupy much of the rest of my day, as I check with increasing obsessiveness on the latest developments. I am rarely disappointed there’s always a crisis du jour. As a result, when I take a break during the day, it’s to flip on one of the news channels to find out what crises afflicted our long-suffering world while I was away coming up with some fresh metaphors and similes about sushi and hamburgers. Like so many of us, I suffer from a terminal case of FOMO - Fear of Missing Out.
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