Sherbrooke
our young hungry mouth's waiting,the family order was taken the process begun the division of chicken in the kitchen old cooks and carvers they sorting our halves and quarters plates full with golden brown french fries steaming pungent sauce thick as molassess toasted buns with butter what a feast for the long lost hardy eyes. I can see now the plates stacked up high on waitress arms heavy with fowl steam rising to ceiling a gift to the gods the place aromatic with heavenly spice that sang to young nostrils.