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Sunday, February 26, 2006
Took the stool right out from under me
I visited my father's restaurant today for the first time since his passing. He was the original owner and chef since I was a little girl. He had several restaurants at one point but Settembre's Italian Restaurant and Catering was his last and the one that I spent the most time in. My uncle Tony owns it now, but he's been trying to sell it for awhile now, since he was never much of a cook and has a successful limo business to run, Settembre's Limos, sensing a family biz name trend? Anyway, the restaurant has switched management and names several times now, it was a Mexican place at first and most recently Rockin Robins--an American grill and ice cream shop. The renters were five months behind in rent so my uncle had to lock the doors on them and is selling the equipment inside to cover expenses.

Going inside wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, since it changed so much. The only thing similar was the catering halls in the back of the place where I'd hide away dancing to the juke box when I was bored. Being outside in the parking lot was hard though. I had flashes of all the times I'd pull up to grab a pie and some of my dad's yummy food to share with friends and all the times I was dropped off there to visit with my dad and the summers I spent there helping out folding pizza boxes, being a soda jerk or waitressing. My heart expected him to come out and join us in the empty lot, wearing his usual apron tied around his waist and a t-shirt covered in flour. Alas, the freezing winds and memories were the only things greeting me today.

The reason for my visit after five years of looking the other way when I drove by, was to pick up two bar stools for my apartment, to replace the ugly bulky ones that came with the place. No one ever really wanted to sit on them, except for when I was cooking them dinner (daughter like father) and had no choice. The stools are perfect, red like almost everything in my apartment (couch, microwave, etc). They are very retro too, which is also very me. Whatcha think?

News: I set up an interview and press release for my step dad Michael and so far it's resulted in the following article: Financial planners: Winning the lottery isn't always a dream. An AM radio channel is interested in speaking with him too, and I'm hoping to hear back from more local CT media as well.

Posted by Tara at 5:38 PM PST
Updated: Monday, February 27, 2006 2:05 PM PST

Sunday, February 26, 2006 - 7:42 PM PST

Name: Heidi

T what lovely memories he left with you. The idea of him in a flour-covered tshirt and apron puts such a smile on my face. It's uncanny, isn't it, how perfectly those stools fit in your apt? Like they were meant to be.

Cook on.

Monday, February 27, 2006 - 3:06 PM PST

Name: H. (aka. NC_State_gal)
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I may be biased as red is my favourite colour, but I love the bar stools. Very retro and classy at the same time :). Plus, the fact that they carry such great memories of your father serves to make them fit in that much more!

Tuesday, February 28, 2006 - 6:38 AM PST

Name: Master Foley
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man that much have been something growing up in NYC like that

Tuesday, February 28, 2006 - 7:07 AM PST

Name: Shae
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Having been seated on one of the ugly bulky ones on at least two occassions (though I don't remember them being particularly bulky) I thoroughly approve of the new stools.

BTW, I'm afraid I have to tag you again. I like this meme, though, so I don't feel guilty. :)

Tuesday, February 28, 2006 - 9:39 AM PST

Name: Tara

You'll be missed watching the Oscars at my place this year and a chance to try out the new stools Shae :(

Tagged? Grr (lol) but I've alredy done a similar meme that has some of the same questions:

Wednesday, March 1, 2006 - 10:01 AM PST

Name: SL

I love the stools. Perfect!

I feel you. When I go back to Louisiana and drive down my old street to my old house (my sister and her family rent it from my mom) I still expect my Dad to walk around the side of the house from the back yard in his low-riding Levi's, slip-on sandals and his farmer's tan. He was always in the backyard piddling w/ something, tools, fishing equipment, yard stuff, etc.

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