Eggs-a-Million at Millie’s

Shooting down 95 around noon she said, “I know a cute diner in Richmond,” and I said, “Exit here to Millie’s!”

I used to do quite a bit of work for Hamilton-Beach with Tom Chambers and Jeff Saxman in Richmond, just 100 miles south and a whole civilized world away when it comes to workpace. In Richmond, during photoshoots, we go out to lunch. Up here, in bottom-line focused Baltimore, too often we have what is called a “working lunch”. Ha ha. Emphasis on “working”.
Had we put a quarter in the juke box at our table we would still be waiting to hear our song two weeks later. Millie’s was mobbed.
Crack attack. A tribute to the food hall of fame.
A road trip requires staff – driver and navigator, cruise director and talent. Clay drove valiantly, while Heidi was our sundial.

Heidi gamely ordered the BLT and it was loaded for bear with avocado. That’s whatcha call a BLAT.

Paul Keevil, that handsome devil, was roaming the joint and looking in on booths. He generously gifted us with two Millie’s cds.

Just around the corner from Millie’s, also in Shockoe Bottom, is another Keevil sandwich outpost, Lulu’s, where Paul’s band plays occasionally and the sandwiches are stacked.

Millie’s-style sustenance got us to Raleigh and rocked us with the Bottle Rockets till 2 am, then we skipped with gusto behind John Horton’s metronome-even, long, strong strides to a chic, late night sandwich spot for an Uber-Wisconsin Grilled Cheese. Scarfed. You hadda be quick to get more than a crumb. Then goodnight fellas, love ya!, and sleeeep of the dead.