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Homesick.... [Jun. 23rd, 2003|04:12 pm]
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Summer weather has finally arrived. The sun is shining and it’s hot out. And now more than ever I miss Fairbanks, Alaska.

It’s not because the temperatures are too high. It’s because Fairbanks had the best deck dining I have ever come across. The Chena River runs through town, bisecting the city as it meanders slowly along. To the east of town, on either side of the river, two restaurants have large dining decks. The Pumphouse is a converted mining building, with all that old-fashioned charm. Pike’s Landing went from being a skeezy little bar to a large and beautiful restaurant when it changed owners about a dozen years ago.

Now, we aren’t talking a narrow balcony where people can have a drink, we are talking working decks where people pull up their boats to the docks and climb up to have dinner. Broad, sunny spaces with lots of seating. You can have a drink, or a whole meal.

And the Pumphouse has the advantage of being on the excellent bike path system that webs the town. One of our favorite summer evening activities when we lived there was to bike the 12 miles out to the Pumphouse, arriving in time for Happy Hour. At Happy Hour the drinks weren’t any cheaper, but there were huge fruit and veggie trays, and if you bought a drink you got a ticket for the hot entre – ribs, chicken wings, etc. For the price of our drinks, we were able to eat enough to count as dinner. Then we would ride home.

I would love to bike to someplace for dinner tonight. It’s a gorgeous evening, though, and just going somewhere to sit inside doesn’t cut it. Cleveland has plenty of streams and rivers, but unless you go down to The Flats, no real deck dining. And that’s way too far to bike.

Bummer. Opportunity missed.

[User Picture]From: lyssabard
2003-06-23 06:12 pm (UTC)


Being an exiled Pittsburgh girl, it is my honor bound duty to give Cleveland folks shit--but I won't, well, um...because it's you, and because I know how you feel. *teasehug*

I spent much of May homesick for my gramma's house, and the spring flowers in her yard. We would often take time in the evenings as spring warmed into summer to sit on the porch as the sun set, talking, starring out at the street and watching the lightening bugs come out. Yes, it sounds right out of a Norman Rockwell--and it was. Moments made that shitty little coal town breathe with a richness unsurpassed by any of my other habitats.

I miss the city of Pittsburgh. I miss hunky food, the O, going out dancing or roaming or walking through the Cathedral of Learning. I miss it even more that all my friends are there and I want to go back and share those old haunts with them, and with B.

So, yeah...I'm with ya, hon.


Mad Eye Lyssa
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