On the burger beat

The intention was to catch a bite at the Shoreline. Last we knew, it was serving lunch through the afternoon on weekdays, but such wasn’t the case today, so it was a quick step next door to the Cafe at the Four Seasons, since somebody had already sunk some bucks into underground parking at the complex there. We were some of the few non-industry people sighted in and around the hotel. Most of them, of course, were dressed in black and dining out of doors rather than inside. It was a pretty sight to see pilsner glasses in use, although more were imbibing wine. The afternoon menu was so-called “light fare,” available between the end of lunch at two and the beginning of dinner service at six, offering various salads, a selection of you-design pizzas, some sandwiches, and a few other items. Since Deep Pockets was paying, we ordered the sirloin burger plate for a big eighteen bucks. But it was very large and it was sirloin and it was grilled to order. The accompaniments were French fries, a toasted roll, cheddar cheese for those who wanted it, what’s perhaps the best bacon in town, pickles, tomato, lettuce, and small crockery cups of ketchup, mayonnaise, and mustard. The fries were in a square dish and all was served on a square platter. The truly busy place at the Four Seasons was the lobby bar, which now has a pianist who sings on Monday and Tuesday from 8 to midnight, another pianist-vocalist on Wednesdays and Thursdays who appears again on Saturdays from 9 to 1 in the morning, and a guitar duo on Fridays from 9 to 1 in the morning. Downtown is crazy everywhere. The cops on bikes were tending to traffic accidents all over the place, it seemed. We were glad to have taken refuge where we did.

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