Little it is, but little is not as little does. Kitchen Little does it up big.
There is something about a tiny restaurant that ignites each beat of my heart. For years and years I have dreamed of having my own luncheon counter. About 8 stools would do, me behind the counter. Short order is my forte. That and round-the-clock chats.
Rules to live by:
Hold the door.
Look ’em in the eye and shake hands firmly.
Coffee black.
Everything tastes better with a bit o’ butter.
What could be more apropos to this part of the world than a Portuguese water dog? And red shoes?
See, what’d I tell ya? Connecticut style lobster roll. No mayo. No celery. No pepper. No nuttin. Hot buttered lobster on a toasted bun. Didn’t I tell ya everything tastes better with a bit o’ butter?
The view from the terrace.
Photo by T.S.K.T.
The Lunch Encounter 