When I was a child, my parents were nightclub owners. But the restaurant was open for breakfast so it was more than a nightclub, in fact, there was a wall dividing the club from the Restaurant. Going through the dividing door was like leaving a cafeteria and going into a dark club from a James Bond Movie.
But in the morning, the same people would come in with their morning news papers and talk about the war in Vietnam or that Damn Richard Nixon. It was sort of a “Starbucks” with decent food and coffee”. I recall many conversations about sports or the talk about the new bridge being built.
I also have (If you haven’t noticed) a deep profound admiration for the movie Casablanca. The title of Casablanca was originally: “Everybody comes to Rick’s, Which was my father’s name. People were just so damn friendly back in the early 60s. The place even had a jukebox and a soda fountain. How cool is that? So, Today, a recycler could make a killing on the newspapers that were thrown out by lunch time. Personally I was fortunate because I was able to watch my father cook. This had incredible unintended consequences. Had you walked into my house two nights ago, you would have thought you were walking into a gourmet restaurant. The smell of sautéed chicken and string beans with cumin, garlic, onions, soy sauce and curry filled the air.
I wish I could upload smells to the Café.
But that’s what I had in mind when I called my blog “Ace’s Café Americain” back in 2005 when I started it. Yeah although this server has only hosted the Café since 2014, I actually started the Café on “BlogSpot.com back in 2005. But as you may or may not know, things were fine until the 2008 election then the current administration turned most publications into Pravda. Now I can barely log onto my old site. So before thing got really bad, I tried transferring some of my better articles over to the new site here at “Word Press”.
I initially wanted to write this blog entry about my exodus from FaceBook (Acebook) today, but I’ll leave that for tomorrow. After 10 years, I left that data mining institution and will not sign up for anyplace that wants to know info the FBI or CIA would love to know. I did stay on Twitter so I could win a free reading from that loud mouth Italian from Long Island…..Theresa Caputo. So you can catch me there if you are addicted to socmed.
Until next time,