I love a place that has good food, good drinks and friendly people. Our area was blessed with that sort of place. It is on Route 13 and it’s name is The Dog and Bull.
I go there often not only for the delicious meals, generous drinks and epic burgers, but for the friendship. It is my Cheers. It is eclectic, tiny and so near the railroad that you know when every train passes. Cozy fireplaces in the winter warm the dining areas both indoors and out.
Parking is tight but if you plan ahead you can find something. I like to go when they are least busy. It is a better experience.
The place used to be a bit scary and sort of your small town dive bar. The new owners came in and cleaned it up added tables and food, a patio in the back, and tables out front where you can enjoy dinner with your dog. The head chef is a warm and wonderful guy with a knack for cooking food right. When I win the lottery, Max will be the chef on my yacht…I am warning you. Lou, the cook, charms me by not over cooking the seafood. I love that in a man.
The managers work hard to be sure things are going right and never fail to say hi when I come in. They talk to most people and are very welcoming when they see you haven’t been there before.
It is how it is supposed to be,