For many of you this will make no sense…

 

For some folks who check the blog and are from part of my past history…I’m sure you’ll look back on this they same way I did…

 

Yesterday, I had an appointment in Upper Bucks County… and spent some time visiting a client and some wedding professionals I hadn’t seen in a while…

 

I decided to make a stop waaaaaaaay up in Kintnersville – for those of you who are currently clueless as to where this is – River Road north from New Hope until it dead ends at 611 just south of Easton (rt. 78) or about 50 miles north east of Philadelphia…

 

Location of the formerly world famous Great American Grill – my old restaurant… I spent the better part of the 90’s there as chef / catering director and later partner…

 

Beautiful country, great people, and we had a lot of fun….

 

I had only been back once after leaving the restaurant… that was right after my former partners closed over 5 years ago… I had to see it for myself…

 

“the Grill” as it was known has been a recent topic for me as  I have a bride who is getting married in June and as like so many people in that area… every milestone birthday was celebrated at the grill… it’s fun coming full circle and helping plan her wedding…

 

Well, it’s open again… they’ve gutted the entire inside, nothing looks the same… they sell ice cream through a takeout window, have a deli case and a dining room with wood paneling and filled with Americana …

 

Nothing like the smell of crayons and mesquite smoke… and drawings by people passing through or some of our regulars like Sally Jesse Raphael, The Berenstains or Scott Hanna drawing Spiderman…not to mention the tons of bikers of the Harley, and BMW variety….

 

It was a great fun place…

 

Much of that is gone… more like a corner store than a fun, funky eatery with 50’s and 60’s rock n’ roll…

 

They’ve only been there a short time…and have lived through a flood deeper than I had seen in my 10+ years there…

 

The one change they didn’t make… in the back yard, in a very overgrown garden…is a sign with peeling purple paint… “In memory of Damian Kahn”…a guy who taught me a ton about family, life and the restaurant business…

 

I’m really glad not everything changes….