Years ago, we had a favorite restaurant in town that we frequented for birthday celebrations, hosting visitors or just a Saturday night out: Silver Spoon Cafe. The restaurant was in a lovely open-air shopping mall that had fountains/landscaping throughout and some high end specialty stores. There was always a line out the door, and a wait to get a table at the Silver Spoon. All meals started with a warm loaf of bread, not sure what the flavor was but we called it Chocolate Bread because it was dark brown. The best part of the bread was that it accompanied a side of seasoned butter that was.to.die.for. This is probably where/when my cholesterol numbers started to elevate.
Silver Spoon Cafe was famous for their Peanut Butter Pie and every birthday dinner ended with this giant piece of pie for the birthday person with a lit candle, of course. This pie had actual Reeses Peanut Butter cups jutting out of it. The first five or so years the pie piece was ginormous; oddly, over the years, the pie pieces were getting smaller and smaller. Indeflation happens.
I recall having lunch at Silver Spoon with my girls and my Mom when she was visiting us, and so many dinners there with good friends who were in town; we’d linger after dinner with glasses of wine and laughter while our young kids fell asleep on our laps or in the next booth.
After dinner, if the weather was decent, we’d walk around the fountains and let the kids toss in pennies along with wishes.
The Busy Bee Family after dinner at The Silver Spoon Cafe, way back and in 2012
One evening, Kelly and Don’s son Connor, 3-4 years old stuck his big toddler head in between the railing pickets and became stuck. It was a precarious few minutes of both worry and laughter. I can not visit this shopping area without having a giggle to myself remembering this moment. Connor is a brand new father, so I’ll have to remind him of this incident as a warning.
Sadly, Silver Spoon closed about 10 years ago and to say I was bummed was an understatement. No warning, no Thanks For The Memories, they just closed. Now In it’s place is a Lilly Pulitzer and I’ll never shop there. Not only because they took over the spot of my good memories, but those colors are too much for my dark-clothes-wearing soul.
Thanks for reading my jumbled stream of consciousness.
Do you have memories tied to a particular restaurant?
XOXO