Like mother never made
I wasn't fast enough to get a picture of the pie
Lunch today at Jack’s, in Pleasant Hill where the Left Bank used to be.
Being a healthy sort, I had a salad–their crispy Buffalo chicken salad, to be precise. Crispy chicken, lettuce, corn, beans, avocado. Ranch Dressing–they offer a spicy Buffalo ranch, but I passed because I’m a sissy when it comes to spicy/hot. The salad was entirely adequate, not great. Gail had a shrimp Louie, and spent much of her time picking out the large spines of the romaine lettuce.
Since I was still hungry, I asked if they had pie. Remember how every diner always had a plethora of fresh-baked pies, and the waitress would reel off your choices like a litany? “Apple, cherry, blueberry, boysenberry, custard, banana cream and peach”? Those days are gone. Jack’s, though, does offer the classic American apple pie ala mode, which is went for in a flash.
WOW!! Was that a good pie!! Warm flaky crust, apples still crisp and bursting with flavor, caramel sauce, French Vanilla ice cream. It’s the best pie I’ve had in years.
I’m happy now.
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