Sunday, November 7, 2010

Peace, Love, and Dawgs

We hope our friends, Janet and John, won't mind us using their café’s catch phrase as the title for this post. It seems rather fitting. We’re pretty sure they will be fine with it.

Where exactly did autumn go? Just last week the leaves were on the trees, showing off their wonderfully brilliant colors. The weather was pleasant: not too hot, not too cold. The sun sparkled low in the sky, signaling the end of summer, and apparently letting us know it wouldn’t warm us much for the next 5 months. All around our area we’ve been hearing reports of a dusting to several inches of snow. Of course, all we got was a touch of sleet yesterday - thankfully. In the higher elevations of the Smoky Mountains reports of 8.5 inches of the white powdery stuff was received from the folks at LeConte Lodge. (Seriously?)  Don’t get us wrong, we love the cooler temps, but this is much sooner than we anticipated.

So what’s a family to do when it’s the first real chilly day in autumn? What else? We ran errands. Garbage had to be run to the dump. Sinuses needed taken care of, (all the Claritn-D was gone; that stuff is like gold around here). A few other odds and ends needed to be picked up as well, and we needed a small gift for Janet and John’s grand opening of their “Groovy Dawg Café”. We also had to make a side trip to pick up Jodi, as the kiddo wanted some company this evening ('cause at 14, we just aren’t as cool as we used to be).

It was great to see Janet and John again. The last time we saw them was at one of the Secret City Sounds concerts at Bissell Park in Oak Ridge. They had one of the “Groovy Dawg” hot dog carts at the show. Their café is just a natural progression from the carts, and is absolutely wonderful. The “dawgs” are quite delectable, too.

So if you find yourself wondering what to do on a cold afternoon and you have a crazy hankering for some hot dogs, or BBQ, burgers, etc., head on down to the Groovy Dawg Café. The atmosphere is delightfully warm and the staff is full of southern hospitality that just won’t quit.

Happy Trails,
Tim and Robin