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As you become old, and your feet hurt and your hearing goes vague and misleading, a large bottle of nostalgia is the perfect breakfast condition, along with a few cans of good long-term friends. So where are you going 30 years later? Where are you going, it didn't change and was perfect in your youth? Zacharys. pampering old furnishings, aged, but not shaded, same wooden floors and high ceilings. I mention the waitress as in the old days the waiting staff would tell the cook if someone looked like they were on hard times and he would stack on the potatoes so that they could be full at least for the start of the day. The waitress tells me that there are the same owners and they treat the staff like the family (and their eyes get a little ****). My friends have quite complicated instructions about what they want and how they want it and the waitress has no eye. I get these amazing homeries that are savory, crisp, soft in the middle and generous amount and I get the chili, which obviously fresh and shimmers to perfection. Clear different flavors that are mixed but not lost in each other as a good marriage. Was it so good when I was young? Is it actually an improvement over the perfection of youth? It brings back memories of the breakfast with Page and Paul when I was, but a raw thin little spit. Thank you Zachary’s! You put a beautiful light on the memories of an old man.