About this blog

My mother was a great cook. My father loved to eat.
I am the Man from Pawtucket and this is my story. Here you will find a collection of observations, from Central Falls to Central Park, from Pawtucket to Paris, about Eating Well. Bon Appetit.

Thursday, August 5, 2010


Had a delicious breakfast this morning at Clinton Street Bakery. . We were told upon arrival that entire party of 3 needed to present in order to be seated, despite half the tables being empty. Apparently the place does fill up pretty quickly, even on a weekday, but when when 2 of 3 in party are ready to be seated and the restaurant is not full, I see no harm in getting the coffee going. Despite this seating policy, we did have a great breakfast, albeit slightly expensive. I had the buttermilk biscuit sandwich and we shared an order of pancakes with wild maine blueberries. Both were very good and certainly worth a return trip. However, I would not recommend waiting 45 minutes or longer for a table during the weekend.

No comments: